Smells as Sweet: #24 House elf

“And here are the house elves,” Filch jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the tiny beings in their neat towel togas. He dismissed them out of hand, but Tonks studied the elves with interest. Cute!

“Mistress Black?” One of the elves, one who was dressed in a natty looking pair of plaid pants and a mini turban, poked his head up over the others.

“Um. I guess?” She was, wasn’t she? Somewhere deep inside, she was a Black.

The elf trembled and fell fully on his face. Ah. Dobby, Aunt Cissy’s old elf.

“I’m not that sort of Black.”