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Celandine 
Rather than ask any more questions Celandine just accepted it and looked around. Okay. Flour to cover his body? Okay...
"Excuse me? House elves? Could we please have a sack of flour?"
Reluctantly, Beezley put one knobby little leg in front of the other and headed over to the studentsie asking for an entire bag of flour. Oh, no, no, no. This could not be good. A studentsie with an entire bag of flour?!? Algamus would not easily forgive Beezley for giving away an entire bag of flour. Reaching the girl, Beezley bowed once, then said, "Oh, Missus, Beezley is sorry, but she must ask why Misses needs a whole bag of flour. Algamus would not like Beezley giving away a whole bag," she said. She walked a bit closer and then leaned in slightly. "
Is Missus up to no good?"
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Tomasina Riddle She looked at the elf, and felt a friendship forming. Beezley was so personable. She bowed to her and gave her a big smile. "Ms. Beezley please call me Paris." She told her gently. She didn't like being called Mistress, it gave her a funny feeling of slavery and that was never a good thing given her families history with slavery under British rule.
Feeling quite loved, Beezley smiled that same toothy grin once again, the nodded once to the young mistress. "P...P...Par...Paris, thank you very much," she said, her big, bug eyes dancing with happiness. Beezley didn't like calling Mistress by her first name, but Beezley must obey Mistress, and if first name is what she wanted to be called, then first name it would be.
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NicoT Ethan leaned forward and whispered so that only Beezley and possibly Cari could hear, "I think you are fast becoming my favourite elf, but don't tell anyone."
Beezley gasped in happiness and clasped both hands together. Master had made Beezley happy! Beezley would forever be kind to Master, of course. Beezley would bring him food and make sure his rooms were clean and well-kept. Beezley would repay Master in many nice ways. "Ohh, sir! You have made Beezley very happy. Beezley thanks you," she said, in the same hushed tone he'd used.
Master was not speaking softly to young mistress, though. Young mistress had said bad words to master. Beezley's bug eyes were no longer dancing with happiness. They were a reflection of worry for what had upset Master. As fast as her knobby legs would take her, Beezley ran behind Master and hid. Beezley would stay here until coast was clear. The students were here to steal her flour, too!
Ohh, help Master, please help Beezley!