Oh geez. Oh geez. Whyyyyy? Why must they do debates? It always got hot and intense... and nasty. No one likes that. And it always ends up in tears. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?????????!!!!!!!!!! WHY?!

Buuuuuuuuuuuut.... they needed points. And this was a final so they were graded on this. Livvy was forced to pitch in.

Taking a deep breath, she stood up as she faced her doom.

"Even though some of the house elves are happy with the way things are... there are some that aren't. Some house elves aren't as fortunate to have pleasant masters and are forced into unfair labor. Even though they offer their services... it gives no one the right to treat them lower than an equal. They have feelings... they have a beating heart... so I don't see why they should be lesser than any of us," Livvy reasoned... her heart racing. Almost about to thump right out of her chest.

"They deserve to be able to voice their opinions and stand up for themselves and their rights. They deserve to be treated as equals.. because that's what they are! And the reason why none of them say anything is because of how differently each master treats their house elf. Some treat them just great.. but some treat them horribly. So they all have a different say in the matter. What I really think is important is to ask the house elves.. themselves. After all... this issue involves them... so they should have a say in the matter.. right? And... if some house elves enjoy serving their masters? That's... just... fine. But what about those that don't? What about those that don't like being treated like a good for nothing dirt bag?"

Yeah... just... just... just shut up Livvy. Don't talk anymore. She was going to make a fool of herself. She didn't even know if any of that made sense. Debates had that effect on her. SEE! Debates were mean... evil... sneaky... and hazardous.