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LilFox06
And so the over enthusiasm started. Thanks again for this wonderful opportunity Professor.
Yes, that was sarcasm.
Where should we start? "Probably with the fact that we're not freeing the house elves." Sorry, not sorry. That would definitely come across as 'Hey, we totally don't think you're doing your job.'
Basically, she did NOT want her food to be spit in by vengeful house elves.
"We're also not cooking." Mostly because she had no idea what house elves ate.
If one can adequately imagine the image of a happy puppy being abruptly drenched in a dumped bucket of frigid water, that was exactly how Amur looked when Kaycee's words hit her. She blinked. Her shoulders slumped visibly and the twitch to the corners of her lips were not in a smile.
".....Why not?" She
could and
would refrain. Be civil. Ask questions. Seek understanding. All the things required of teamwork, she
would yield to. Yield and hope that her partner had a very good reason for not wanting to do the noblest thing they could with their assigned responsibility.
"If you were a house elf, wouldn't you want to be free? Be your own person?" Just, in case her reasoning skills weren't quite up to snuff with the situation.