November 1, 1995
Dear Journal,
Today was a most boring and lonesome day. All of the OotP members were gone and it was only Kreacher, my Wailing Mother in her portrait and myself in the house. And I can't forget to mention my dear friend Buckbeak. I was a bit bored so I told Kreacher to get me some tea. Any other day I would have gotten it myself, but today I was feeling curious and wanted to make that wretched, ugly, old house elf work.
Of course he reluctantly followed my orders. As I was walking upstairs he asked me where I would like to drink my tea. Of course he used some other lovely words, but I will not repeat them here. I told him that I would like to drink my tea in Buckbeak's room. I continued to walk up the stairs until I had an Idea. I instructed Kreacher to walk ahead of me so that he could open the door for me. Of course he did as instructed but gave me an ear full. As we continued to ascend the stairs I saw the tea tray he was carrying. When we reached the top of the stairs we continued to walk down the long corridor that had the plaques of house elves heads from long ago.
I walked a little closer to Kreacher and lightly pushed the tray so that he would lose grip and drop it. As planned it fell to the floor and crash was heard throughout the house. I stood behind him and waited for a reaction. I couldn't believe it, the old elf wouldn't move a muscle. I asked him if he knew what happened next. He looked at me and began to cry. I laughed and told him to run, the least I could do was give him a head start. I have never seen that old elf move so fast. He is hiding from me now. I haven't had to look at his face for about 5 hours, so today has turned out to be a rather wonderful day. If only he had really dropped that tray on his own. His head would really be mine.
Sincerely,
Sirius "Be header of Kreacher" Black
Last edited by BrightestWitch : 06-06-2006 at 06:10 AM.
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