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"That's right," Sirius was trying to explain patiently for the tenth time, "I'm asking you to burn them."
"But sir," the house-elf he'd been speaking to replied earnestly, "we doesn't burn the food. Hokky is never burning food in his entire service to great Hogwarts school." He nodded his oddly-shaped head proudly.
Sirius closed his eyes. How he detested house-elves and their inablilty to act like intelligent, independent creatures! Even thinking of the stupid, cowering house-elves at home made him cringe. "I know, I know," he groaned. "But we want them burned. Not too burned. Burned just right, sort of crisp like and dark around the edges..."
The house-elf was staring at Sirius without comprehension. "Hokky will try his best!" he cried enthusiastically, picking up the baking sheet and banging himself on the head with it. "But Hokky is having a hard time understanding master's wishes. If biscuits and toast are not burned correctly, Hokky will be sure to..."
"Quit banging that thing on your head!" Sirius cried, losing his temper. Just at that moment, another house-elf arrived, holding a second baking sheet. This one was covered with small, crinkly black objects which may at one point have been biscuits. Sirius laughed through his impatience. "This could take awhile."
"But sir," the house-elf he'd been speaking to replied earnestly, "we doesn't burn the food. Hokky is never burning food in his entire service to great Hogwarts school." He nodded his oddly-shaped head proudly.
Sirius closed his eyes. How he detested house-elves and their inablilty to act like intelligent, independent creatures! Even thinking of the stupid, cowering house-elves at home made him cringe. "I know, I know," he groaned. "But we want them burned. Not too burned. Burned just right, sort of crisp like and dark around the edges..."
The house-elf was staring at Sirius without comprehension. "Hokky will try his best!" he cried enthusiastically, picking up the baking sheet and banging himself on the head with it. "But Hokky is having a hard time understanding master's wishes. If biscuits and toast are not burned correctly, Hokky will be sure to..."
"Quit banging that thing on your head!" Sirius cried, losing his temper. Just at that moment, another house-elf arrived, holding a second baking sheet. This one was covered with small, crinkly black objects which may at one point have been biscuits. Sirius laughed through his impatience. "This could take awhile."