May 06, 2005 14:37
I am ready to PAY the house-elves to come back. This is ridiculous! Our dormitory smells like really, really bad socks. Harry, you're best friends with that Dobby creature, can't you ask him nicely or something? I bet he'd come and clean up for us if Mister Harry Potter Sir asked him.
I told my mum about this in a letter. She sent one back, and I can just hear her laughing at me when I read it. She says it's about time I learned how to cook and clean because I'll not always have somebody to do it for me. Somebody. Oops. I haven't told her we have house-elves, she thinks Hogwarts runs so smoothly because we have servants and stuff. Oh well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. And maybe it's worth learning how to cook. Or at least make soup or something.