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Harron Peasley 
When the elf came over, Tommy swallowed what he was chewing and tried his best not to roll his eyes. "Don't call me master," he said first, with a small shake of his head. "The food is really good." He meant it, too, even if he sounded as annoyed as he looked when he spoke. "Really good," he added, before taking a big spoonful - which he had to swallow even though it was too hot, just to make his point.
Now his throat hurt, and he was even more annoyed. Annoyed at the elf, and annoyed at himself for wanting to reassure the elf. Mentally shaking himself, he focused on the food, glancing in the younger kids direction as she looked at him.
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Waddles Sophia was disappointed that the older student only glared at her, but she had older siblings! She would not be deterred by a simple glare!! In fact, he was practically inviting her to turn his glare into a....whatever was the opposite of a glare. Plus, his obvious preference for the food over conversation made her even more curious what it was. It must be delicious. When one of the house-elves came over looking incredibly sad, Sophia's eyes widened. She'd never seen a house-elf look sad before. If this was the big older student's fault, he'd have her to answer to!!!
Taking a cue from Toddles on volume, Sophia nodded. "Yes please," she said quietly and as politely as she could. "Stew sounds fantastic, if it's, uh..." she gave a quick concerned glance at the older student, then back to the elf. "If it's not too much trouble."
Toddles observed Tommy through wide eyes.
“Toddles is sorry, Ma-. Toddles is sorry.” He just wanted to please the studentsies. Even though Toddles was down his face broke into a toothy smile.
“There is much more!’’ Toddles point in the direction of a large cauldron with a thin finger. This was his way of letting studentsie he was welcome to have all the stew he needed.
Toddles was only happy to help Sophia. He zoomed away with a happy little squeak. A short while later Toddles was back holding not one but two dishes.
“Stew for the Missus. Garlic bread for the Missus.” With that toothy smile in place the dishes were placed on a table for her.
“Toddles make the garlic bread himself!”