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Heheh. Tori giggled a little as she couldn't help but overhear Harlow spreading her rumor indeed. Excellent. "We'd better," Tori murmured, glancing at her own chalice with a wrinkled nose. "Because mine sure doesn't look spotless. Do you know the cleaning spell?"
Hmm. Maybe there was a Hufflepuff... or a Gryffindor, even, who did. "Perhaps." Tori scooted back from the bench and extracted her legs, standing up slowly. "I'll be right back, Harlow. Watch my silverware, will ya?" She patted the other girl on the head and straightened her skirt, heading not for the Hufflepuff table but rather for the Gryffindor one.
She'd thought she'd seen Paulie sitting here!
Harlow nodded,
"I've got cups in my purse too." she told Tori. Her purse was her security blanket and it covered more than her head in the time of need.
"Ok," she moved Tori's silverware and cup into her line of sight and wasn't going to let anything happen to it.
SPOILER!!: The House Elf!
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Nimma Nimma appeared in the great hall with an almighty POP! Rushing at the Slytherin table and cowering as she hot footed it over, she furiously began gathering all the silverware, in armfuls overflowing from her scrawny limbs.
"Oh so sorry! So sorry, studentsies! Nimma is so sorry! Nimma did not know! Nimma tried hard!" She managed to extract a tarnished fork and poke herself with it in punishment, even as she scooped up more and left a trail clattering behind her.
With a flurry of house elf magic, the silverware she sported was soon clean and as shiny as it should have been. She poked herself with another fork and soon there was a trail of forks and spoons and knives floating through the air, disappearing and reappearing, clean and polished as was right.
The whole process took only minutes and by the end of it Nimma stood on the end of the table closest to the staff, panting and holding a fork, ready to poke herself in the eye.
"So sorry! Nimma is a bad elf! Nimma punishes Nimma!"
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Nimma "Punish the tarnish!" Nimma repeated, all squeaks and shakes. She flailed around, the fork waving crazily.
Pant pant.
"Young Mister wants fork?" The little elf stopped flailing and eeped. "Nimma did not know fork was Young Misterses!" Nimma shined the fork again, using the corner of her pillow case and then she thrust it at the boy.
Presenting it to him.
She eeeeeeped more, all nerves.
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Nimma "Oh Young Mister is welcome." Nimma bowed a few times in rapid succession. "Nimma is sorry, Nimma is. Nimma has to clean other tables now."
"Nimma is trying, Nimma is!" More bowing and scraping. "Nimma has more to polish and clean and then Nimma has to make food and Nimma has to make beds and Nimma has to dust desks and Nimma has to shine armor." Fidget fidget. "Nimma has to polish more now! At other tables! Nimma has to help Pips and Quirly!"
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Nimma "Oh no! Oh noes Young Mister! Nimma must clean. Young Mister sits and has fun with Young Mister's friends! Young Mister must not help or Nimma is a bad elf!"
Nimma went closer and fussed and brushed at Young Mister, straightening his robes and then patting his shoulder to make sure Young Mister was alright. Satisfied, Nimma stepped back. "Young Mister will let Nimma go now?"
Harlow nearly jumped through the roof when a tiny pop went off. This place was a mad house and she wasn't sure what it was. And Tori wasn't there for her to cower behind.
She drew her wand expecting the worst and was relieved when she saw a house elf.
Harlow squeaked when the house elf wanted to punish herself for the silverware,
"Oh please don't." she hated to see elves do that.
"It's ok really I brought my own its alright." she showed the elf her silverware just so she wouldn't hurt herself.