Originally Posted by Beezley

Beezley's little bug eyes grew wider and wider as the mistress knelt down to her level. She took a step back and knelt a little, as well. Beezley shouldn't be the same height as mistress. Beezley was a house elf, and house elves shouldn't equal to mistresses. Beezley's bug eyes relazed a little, but they popped widely back open when the mistress greeted her. "Ohh, Mistress Cari. Such an honor, such an honor. Beezley honored to serve you, Mistress Cari," she said.

When the lady directed the elf's attention to the man standing nearby, Beezley turned and looked in his direction. She gasped, completely beside herself that one of her masters had not eaten, then jumped back a few steps.

As soon as she was a good distance away from Mistress Cari, Beezley threw herself as Master Truebridge's feet. "Masterrrr Truebridgeee!" she wailed. "Oh, Beezley has failed Master Truebridge! Master, forgive Beezley!" With that, she jumped up off the ground and ran back to the door she'd popped out of as fast as her little wobbly legs could take her. Pots and pans and the such could all be heard clanging against one another. Some time later, Beezley arrived back in the room...only to run right back out again. She continued in this manner until Master Truebridge had an assortment of thirteen dishes to choose from. Steaks...chicken...pies...you name it. "Master Truebridge," Beezley said, curtseying again and motioning towards the dishes.

Originally Posted by Tomasina Riddle

She had never been in the kitchens before but Clifford told her how to get in. Figures he would know how, and that thought gave her a tickle and she in turn tickled the pear. It giggled and the portrait swung open. She smells hit her and she had to stop as the smells brought memoirs of her dad and that made her home sick.

Missing dinner however wiped out the thoughts of her dad at home right now making dinner for the rest of the family and she walked in. She didn't know if she should touch something or flag down a house elf. She thought it best not to touch anything as house elves were particularly poky when you messed with their domain. Her stomach was rumbling as the smells swirled around her nose.

Originally Posted by druidflower

Ethan was good people. He treats House Elves nicely and humours her nutritional fanaticism. Now, if he only liked pie...

Cari bit back a laugh. Poor little elf. Confused just a bit.

She shook her head. "No..." hmmm to burst the little elf's bubble or not? That is the question. "We came for a bit of a snack, actually." Best not to upset the little thing. She'd let Professor Bontecou know when she saw him next. Or let Beezley explain it.

Uh oh...

"Oh Beezley!" Cari squeaked, alarmed that they had upset her, "You didn't fail at all. It's okay - wow!" House Elves can MOVE. Is that where Tobi learned to be so efficient in the kitchen?

"That's very - wow. Thank you Beezley."