 Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting
Iris looked at the house elves, she wasn't one to complain, especially to the elves knowing how hard they did work. She just didn't want the cobwebs on her frame anymore and it seemed like they kept getting worse and worse.
"No apologies needed just get it done please." She eyed them before looking around to see if any students were around. "You need to make sure the other portraits get cleaned as well. It is rather odd to see so many cobwebs around."
Were the elves being a bit lazy lately? She swore she had just seen them the other day. |