 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Kay beamed at the Elf. Really, why were they always so helpful and willing? Sometimes she thought that that the Wizarding folks did not deserve these creatures. “You can share s’mores with us too, Nimma. There are plenty around for you to have.’’ Because why not? A house elf deserved kindness too!
“Count me in, Mr. Thomas. Be warned though; I’ll be using mainly purple pillows.’’ Purple and the shades close to the colour were her favourite. Kay polished off her s’more before getting to her feet. It was to the pillow pile that she made her way to.
The aim?
To extract all the purple ones. |