Mia (Malfoy nee) Ausa & Dobby; SSSC/HP:DH & HP:CoS; Bar

[mm_aura]

Mia's dinner, the first one she's had in Milliways after her trip to England, is a very quiet one. So quiet that when she listens, she can hear rustling under her table. When she looks, she sees Dobby bandaging his ironed hands. Once he sees Mia, he jumps back startled

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[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa watches them and comes over with a small smile,

"Can I help?"

[gorgonfondness]

"Oh! Well, don't see why not. Could you go ask for a glass of passion fruit juice? The kind from Lunar; it has healing properties."

Mia leads Dobby back to her booth.

"Please, sit down."

Dobby starts sobbing again.

"Please," Mia repeats again, still firm. "Sit down, Dobby. Where-ever you like."

The house elf plops down on the floor.

[pi_wakawaka]

She moves quickly, moving through the crowd and soon returns with juice and some scones,

"Thought I'd grab some scones too. What happened, that looks like it hurts?"

[mm_aura]

"Dobby had to iron his hands, Miss," the house elf responds. "Dobby has to punish himself. His family even reminds him to gets on with it."

Mia looks horrified.

"Who would do such a thing?" she asks, astonished.

"The Malfoys, Miss."

The Guildmaster and the house elf stare at each other, the latter covering his mouth with his bandaged hands.

"Ah," Mia says after a moment, taking the passion fruit juice and giving it to Dobby. "That's why."

[superpolicerobo]

Gesicht catches wind of the small commotion from a booth over and, as per his policeman training, steps over to see what's going on.

"Are you all right, ma'am?"

[gorgonfondness]

She looks up.

"Oh yes, I'm fine, but his hands are hurt," she says, gesturing to the house elf.

"Doesn't matters," Dobby says. "Dobby will only have to punish himselfs again."

[superpolicerobo]

Gesicht isn't sure what to make of Dobby--his identification systems are getting error messages when they try to classify him.

"May I see your hands, sir?"

[mm_aura]

Dobby starts to sob.

"Never has Dobby been called 'sir' before!" he wails. "This place is full of such kind people!"

Mia takes some paper napkins and offers them to the elf.

"He's a house elf," she explains. "They're essentially slaves."