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Hera · 09-27-2015, 01:51 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nimma

Oh! Master Zeke Browne! He WAS here, Nimma didn't even seen him!

"Master Zeke Browne!" Nimma squeaked, bouncing on her little elf feet with glee as the nice young man beckoned her over before scurrying around to the front of the couch to reach him. "Nimma cleans your sweater up nice and good, yep yep, just like the Professor of Stars says! Just like new! Nimma even added extra stuffs to makes it smell extra good for Master Zeke Browne, yes she did!"

Gently extending the sweater out for him to take, Nimma smiiiiles and bows her head, thinking it impolite to make such close eye contact with the Master.

He liked the house elves, he liked the house elves a lot. It wasn't even JUST because they were so handy and useful and helpful... but they were also kinda cute and sweet, not that he'd say so out loud, cause, yeah. But Nimma was a good elf.

"Professor Flamsteed asked you to do this?" he asked, wondering why the man hadn't simply thought to burn it, or leave it in the dungeons to serve as a grim reminder to him, or a warning to those who would surely follow... that livelihoods have been lost down there. He didn't really want the sweater back, but, Nimma was difficult to refuse.

"Thank you," he repeated as he accepted the now very clean looking and soft item. He sniffed it, to check if he could detect any trace of swamp water. He couldn't. "You weren't kidding," he commented, brows raised with mild surprise. "It smells better than brand new." He supposed he couldn't get rid of it now. The sweater would live to see another day.

09-27-2015, 01:51 AM	#13 (permalink)
Hera DMC Abraxan Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Perth, AU (GMT +8) Posts: 25,070 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jasper Hart First Year x10 x10	½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf Quote: Originally Posted by Nimma Oh! Master Zeke Browne! He WAS here, Nimma didn't even seen him! "Master Zeke Browne!" Nimma squeaked, bouncing on her little elf feet with glee as the nice young man beckoned her over before scurrying around to the front of the couch to reach him. "Nimma cleans your sweater up nice and good, yep yep, just like the Professor of Stars says! Just like new! Nimma even added extra stuffs to makes it smell extra good for Master Zeke Browne, yes she did!" Gently extending the sweater out for him to take, Nimma smiiiiles and bows her head, thinking it impolite to make such close eye contact with the Master. He liked the house elves, he liked the house elves a lot. It wasn't even JUST because they were so handy and useful and helpful... but they were also kinda cute and sweet, not that he'd say so out loud, cause, yeah. But Nimma was a good elf. "Professor Flamsteed asked you to do this?" he asked, wondering why the man hadn't simply thought to burn it, or leave it in the dungeons to serve as a grim reminder to him, or a warning to those who would surely follow... that livelihoods have been lost down there. He didn't really want the sweater back, but, Nimma was difficult to refuse. "Thank you," he repeated as he accepted the now very clean looking and soft item. He sniffed it, to check if he could detect any trace of swamp water. He couldn't. "You weren't kidding," he commented, brows raised with mild surprise. "It smells better than brand new." He supposed he couldn't get rid of it now. The sweater would live to see another day. __________________