 81. Depression
81. Depression
As the morning’s bacon sizzled, Dobby heard a loud crash and a moan. Turning his attention from his cooking, he looked behind him to find a startling surprise. There she was, Winky, lying motionless on the floor. Judging by the butterbeer bottle next to her, she had too much to drink again.
Dobby snapped his fingers, and the pilot light under the pan went out. He sighed, and went over to Winky. Dobby knew she was depressed, and he gently scooped up her body. Struggling with the weight, he made his way to the Room of Requirement.
He was depressed. |