With a bit of a crash, a scrawney house elf with enormous hazel eyes and huge bat-like ears flopping over her face stumbled into the room, wearing a slightly dirty tea towel around her waist. Quirly hurried over to the Headmistress, practically panting; she had nearly been late. "Quirly must be apologizing for her latenesses! Quirly is a bad, bad house elf!" she squeaked frantically, her withered hands wringing a shread of her tea towel out of nervousness. She wasn't a particularly practical elf at times, and hadn't thought to repair it when she had tripped and fallen on the way. She snapped her fingers once. Upon the table in front of the students appeared a plethora of different kinds of soups, delicious-looking browned, golden rolls, and small dishes of butter. Along the length of the table, every so often there was a small silver pitcher of ice water. With another sharp snap of the elf's fingers, the food was gracefully dished out to the students, not a drop spilled.
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