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Beezley 
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?"
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.
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!
She smiled at Beezley.
"Good we are well on our way to be friends." Paris told her. It was hard being away from home being away from Tweet. She was all together a different sort of house elf and Paris wished they all could be like her. She even liked to go to the markets in Paris to buy fabric to make her own clothes. Paris loved going on those sorts of trips with her. She loved fashion period. Even if it was polka dot tea cozies.
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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."
Ethan sat up and regarded the Slytherin quidditch captain for a moment. "While I appreciate the lecture," He did not. "I don't think anyone here was arguing your point. And I suggest you watch your own tongue and in particular your tone, and perhaps try to be a little less presumptuous as far as jumping on a soapbox without any provocation goes, especially to a professor. I expect more from a Slytherin. Are we clear?" He ate another cookie and watched the young girl calmly.
She looked at him for a moment wondering if the man was just looking for a reason to take points off.
She hadn't spoke to him out of turn. She was telling him why she treated elves with the same respect she treated wizards and muggles alike. She was making conversation, and in fact she had hoped to talk to him about that very matter as he was the History of Magic professor.
"You made a comment about me being nice to house elves as if that were a strange occurrence and I said that I am nice to all magical creatures and then I explained why I am the way that I am. I didn't take any sort of tone with you or even get on a soap box. In fact I was hoping that we could discuss this very issue" She explained to him calmly. She couldn't help it if she was passionate about that subject.
She set her plate down and stood up.
"But don't worry about me bothering you ever again with my grandstanding. And we are crystal clear on everything Professor." She wiped her hands.
"Thank you for the repast Ms. Beezley." she smiled at the house elf. She would make a point to visit the kitchens more often. She turned to leave the kitchens and head back to the common room. She would rummage around in her trunk for something to eat.