"Schmoop shan't be touching the Master's possessy-ons," the House Elf reminded himself as he scuttled into the Potions Master's Office. "Schmoop shan't be touching the Master's possessy-ons..." He hurried over to the fire place and wiggled his ears a little as he pointed a finger at the dead fireplace and started up a fire. "Off goes Schmoop to tend to more! Off goes Schmoop!" |