Theodore was glad to be back in Ireland, flashing the house elf an unusually kind smile. Vaisey Manor was familiar to him, reminding him of his own home, warm and safe, and full of the sweet Irish air he had missed.
He gave a small bow of his head towards the elf. "Thank you. Might you show us to your Masters?"
With wide, reverent eyes upon the young Nott, the House Elf closed the door. Its head swiveled almost impossibly in continued regard of them until he turned around. "Master Simeon and Mistress Niamh will be down in but a moment, Young Master Nott. The Young Master just arrived via portkey and refreshing in his quarters now."
The House Elf walked with unusual grace through the foyer, dwarfed by his human-sized surroundings. "If the Masters Nott will follow, I will see to it they are given a comfortable place to sit."
Theodore smiled softly, growing more timid in the presence of his aunt, a common reaction when he was in the presence of motherly figures, and he bowed his head low, tucking his hair behind his ear as he straightened himself.
"Aunt Niamh," he said in soft greeting, eyes fluttering away almost shyly.
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He gave a small bow of his head towards the elf. "Thank you. Might you show us to your Masters?"
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The House Elf walked with unusual grace through the foyer, dwarfed by his human-sized surroundings. "If the Masters Nott will follow, I will see to it they are given a comfortable place to sit."
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"Aunt Niamh," he said in soft greeting, eyes fluttering away almost shyly.
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