Drabble 72: Feast

The feast was over and the elves were busy preparing the morning meal. Winky was still sitting on her stool by the fire, her bottle of Butterbeer drooping slightly as she slept on. It had only been a few days since she had joined Hogwarts and she hadn't moved from her spot. The other elves felt pity for her, cleaning her up and keeping her area clean, muttering "Winky is bad" under their breaths. Winky never heard this though, for in her mind she was a happy elf, still working for Mr. Crouch Sr. and keeping his dark secrets secret.