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Lockhartian
Actually, Treyen was getting rather nervous because Conan was looking at the house-elves a LOT. Like, staring. Which was clearly not good, or cool. It was rather rude, truth be told.
He was going to try to gain his attention back, when the boy started to work on their sandwiches. GOOD.
And then..., "No, no butter for me," he said, shaking his head, though, if Arya was here, she would've added way too many things to a single sandwich. Seriously, he didn't know what the girl was trying to do to him.
But then...THEN...
...OH, what had Conan done? Actually, the boy did nothing, really, house-elves reacted like this most of the times. Except Crabby back at home, he'd been as mean to Treyen as Treyen to him.
"Algamus, do stop, please!" he exclaimed, in a softer tone than one he expected, "Forgive Conan for taking the knife...he doesn't believe in magic, that's punishment enough for both of you," like, BOTH of them, it wasn't punishment for Treyen.
Conan smiled. That saved him getting the butter.
"You want lettuce?" It would make it healthy. And Conan was having it. Not tomato though. That made it too squidgy, and ick. Tomato was good on pizza, not sammiches.
"Punishment?" That made him feel kind of awful. His disbelief in magic was a punishment to both him and the dwarf.
"Oh." He sighed, putting the ham inside both his and Treyen rolls. He then added his lettuce, and was ready to put in Treyen's if he wanted to. He'd leave after that. He didn't need anymore punishment.