Aslan Evans was sitting with her legs crossed under her on a table in the kitchens with a plate of cookies and a mug of coffee by her side as she watched the house-elves in their work. Busy, bright creatures they were. They never seemed to question their purpose or lose faith in the world around them. House-elves just kept going.

It was fascinating and slightly disturbing to the brunette, who's whole life was made up of questions, uncertainties and missed realities. She dunked a chocolate chip oatmeal cookie into her coffee, once, twice, three times before pulling it from the caramel depths. Slightly melty and close to toppling, Aslan hurried to eat the soggy hand before it fall to the table surface.

She was not a graceful girl, and in this moment it was quite apparent from the chocolate on her fingers and her pink lips. Calling out to a house-elf, Aslan asked for a napkin and received it quickly enough, she wiped her lips clean and her fingers too before moving on to the next cookie.

Twice was enough, more than that and she was just making a mess.