Quote:
Originally Posted by
Schmoop Schmoop let out a startled squeak before jumping around to face the studentsie. There was another squeak as he came face to face with her. “Oh Missus!’’ Schmoop began to explain. “Looksie at you. As graying as the poor common roomsie!” The distraught Schoomp wrung the cloth between his smol hands.
“Poor Schmoop doesn’t know what to do, Missus! No amount of cleaning is working.” Schmoop peered hopefully at the student. “Does Missus have any idea how to helpsie?”
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Greer screamed as she looked down herself. She was as grey as the common room! What was happening!!! Dear Merlin!!!
"Whhaaat did you do to me!!!" She screeched at the house elf. Now that wasn't fair - Greer knew in her heart of hearts that the poor hous elf had nothing to do with this, he looked just as frighten as she did, but we was scared.
"I got nottttthing" Dear Merlin, what was she doing? Why did Greer sound so silly. Even her speech was odd, this couldn't be happening, she needed to get out of here.
"We need to get help!"