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Pietro's eyes brightened when the plate of cookies was pointed out to him. He raced to the plate of cookies and started munching on them. "MMM there is nothing that completes life like a good plate of chocolate cookies! Thank you very much." Pietro looked at the house elves and gave them a cute thumbs up. Looking at the professor, he held a cookie up for him to grab. "Would you like a cookie?" He looked over at the girl and gestured for her to grab one too. "You can have one too if you'd like! My name's Pietro, but people have taken to calling me Pie for some reason."
"Nice to meet you... Pietro." Ethan nodded, pushing aside the plate he'd just cleared and eyeing up the others, trying to decide where to go next.
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Beezley "Ohh, master!" Beezley exclaimed, once again throwing herself at the man's feet. She was grateful to him for forgiving her under such harsh circumstances. Even so, Beezley would never ever disappoint her master again. "Beezley is happy to make you happy, sir. Let Beezley know if she can do anything else, master."
'Thank you, Beezley. You are a very good elf. I will take you up on that offer Beezley, most certainly I will."
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Tomasina Riddle She was eating rather fast as she was hungry, "Who's Cari?" she asked with a mouth full of potatoes. She didn't normally eat like that, but there was no one around she was trying to impress. So she was free to eat like a starving man. "All elves are naturally good at domestic things. Its part of the magical contract between them and wizards." Paris explained. Tweet's mother before she passed told Paris a lot of things about house elves. Some of it made Paris sad, but most of it was good.
"That isn't
quite right, Paris, but you are on the right track." Ethan nodded, "I'm glad to know that you are kind to house elves. Besides there are different degrees of 'good' and Beezley here is most excellent."
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Cari rolled her eyes Ethan. Slicing herself a wedge of Lemon Meringue Pie. She'd eaten her supper, she could have dessert. "Fainting happens when not enough blood gets to your brain, which happens because your heart doesn't have the power or energy to take it there, so yes Ethan, I happen to think fainting is a negative thing."
Filling her fork with the first bite of lemony goodness, she waved it in front of his face. "Are you sure you don't like pie? I mean I'm sure that's some kind of anomaly."
"I'll try my best never to faint on your watch, unless you are actually the cause of it of course." Ethan blinked and gently pushed Cari's wrist away, "Pretty sure." It wasn't exactly the pie itself that caused him to take issue, more the connotations of pie and experiences directly relating to the sharing of pie.
He turned his head to look at Pietro and nodded thoughtfully. What was it like to work at Hogwarts?
"It's... eventful."
He helped himself to a cookie and bit into it decisively, still eyeing Cari's forkful of pie with a hint of nerves.