//------------------------------// // The Elf Sanctuary: 12 // Story: Twilight Buys a Wand // by Kentavritsa //------------------------------// . Of course, I had seen the house Elves in the school before; but now I had been reminded of them, choosing to decorate their home for them. Since Pinkie Pie had decorated the rooms, for the Teachers like Professor McGonagall; maybe I could decorate the home of the House Elves, we had invited to live on our floor? While Pinkie Pie had known, how the respective offices are looking; I have no idea, as to how these elves live. Though from what I had seen, I could guess; they were not exactly used to the standards, we have in the dorm. As I am opening the door, to where the Elves will be living while they are on our floor; I start out, by decorating a fairly standard cloaking room. Nothing fancy, they could probably not appreciate or enjoy it anyway. Now, I am opening the door to the next room; I am designating this their living room, where they can hang out together. The Elves had been hand picked, from the once we had already met and know by name. I guess they can clean it, keeping it tidy as they please. They do strike me, as very tidy; when I see them at large. While we had invited only the five of them; I still do decorate ten rooms on the right and ten rooms on the left of the living room. Whether we choose to invite more of them; or if they grow in numbers of their own, I still choose to give them room. Besides, maybe they want to spread out, for whatever unknown reason. Each bed room is having a double bed, with a nightstand by the side; aside from the wardrobe on their foot end. Incidentally; I fill each wardrobe with a full set of clothes in the same style as the rest of us; just in the size befitting a House elf, of course. Their robes are in a pristine white, but with the house insignia replaced with a design of my own. Well, why not; I had after all designed and crafted each and every one of their garments on my free time. Their beds, each made as if it had been a student Witch or Wizard living in the room. As I return from their respective bed rooms, I once more enter the living room; momentarily casting a glance at the furniture. For now, they have four sofas and two tables. Nothing much; but if they like anything else or more, they can either ask us for it or acquire it on their own as they please. Their choice. Knowing the Elves were used to a very low living standard I find appalling, I made their beds according to the material used for the pillowcases they wear. Or, the once I had seen them wearing. Just giving them a set of options, for them to make their beds more comfortable, in my opinion. I had to offer them these options, because it feels very uncomfortable to me to give them anything less. Since their suite is newly decorated, it’s clearly free of dust and grime. I could not even make myself add a single speck of dust on the floor. Why, oh why should I put dust anywhere? It is utter uncouth to soil their home. Just as I had finished preparing the house Elves home, I notice a flash of light as the first Elf pops into the middle of the living room. ”Oh!” the Elf gasps, taken aback by the neat cleanliness and order in the room he had just found himself. ”I hope this will be to your satisfaction!” I explain, as he finally manages to lift his gaze to see me. ”You did not have to do this, for us elves?” he responds. ”Technically, I did not have to; but I could not bring myself, to do anything less for you!” I explain. There is another gasp, and the Elf nearly faints. ”This suite was constructed and decorated for you to enjoy yourselves..” I point out; ”but if you feel more comfortable, adjusting it; that should be perfectly fine, by me!” I now point out. A moment later, he is once more raising to his full height; clearly reinvigorated, by the air of the room. ”You care so much, for us elves?” he inquires, doubt clear as day on his voice. ”While I have come to understand, the Wizards and Witches care little for your comfort; but why do I accept their judgment, when I can’t see a reason to give you any less than I would anyone else?” I inquire. ”You are a Witch, correct?” he inquires. ”Yes, but of course!” I merely respond. “No Witch has ever afforded this level of courtesy before!” he points out. ”It’s barbaric and uncouth to treat you any less, than I would have anyone else just because you are an Elf!” I point out, matter-of-fact. ”Oh!” he just gasps. ”To me; you are part of the staff; as such, you deserve the same treatment!” I declare; ”Furthermore, you are nice and work diligently; how could I not extend the same respect to you, as I would any other friend?” I inquire. ”We elves do work here, at Hog Wart’s..” he agrees; ”keeping the castle clean, preparing food and all the menial tasks one could ask of us!” he then elaborates. ”If you enjoy working her, you have several more floors in this tower to maintain!” I offer. ”More work, for us elveses?” he inquires; ”So generous, of you!” he responds, swelling with joy. ”I’ll personally provide you, with as much work as you need to feel at home!” I propose. ”I’m sure, you noticed the new rooms on this floor..” I put forth. ”Oh, yes..” he exclaims; ”so many new rooms for us elveses to clean, even if some of these rooms are looking as if they were copies of rooms I have seen in the castle before!” he offers. ”You refer to the mirror offices?” I inquire; ”Diane Pie has been decorating them for their respective inhabitants!” I explain. ”Double office space for them, and double duty for us to perform!” he acknowledges; ”is there a reason for these offices being placed on this floor of the tower?” he inquires. ”Diane felt it prudent to place these offices close to the room we decorated for ourselves, the book-walking room to be precise..” I explain; ”Placing the Head-mistress’ room this close and informing her of the room and its intended activity is proper!” I then point out, elaborating. ”Then Professor Minerva McGonagall knows where you are, if and when you can’t be found anywhere else?” he inquires. ”Prevents future embarrassment..” I suggest; ”just as many doors are under password, the book-walking takes place behind the protection of such a door!” I point out. ”Book Walking?” he inquires. ”The art of gleaning the information and intent of the content in a book, otherwise known as Hay-Cart’s method!” I explain. ”For convenience, you can start cleaning the rooms on this floor and the rest of the tower at your leisure!” I point out. ”I take it, I can still work in the rest of the castle, once this tower is done?” he inquires, with a hint of worry to his voice. ”This tower is not a Prison, you can move as you please!” I declare; ”but it would be nice, if you enjoy the tower as your home..” I offer; ”I enjoy to see the tower clean and in perfect order!” I explain. The next moment, the next Elf pops into the room by the side of the first one. A moment later, the invited Elves all stand in the room before me. ”Something is odd, off!” the Elf realizes. ”While on this floor, and in this tower; I would appreciate, if you use the garments prepared for your station!” I suggest; ”I would very much prefer for you to wear something nice, I don’t enjoy seeing you as lowly servants or slaves!” I explain. ”Oh!!” the second Elf inquires, his lower lip trembling in fear. ”Make no mistake, I am very pleased with your work; I just want you to be comfortable here, and not fear or feel inferior!” I prompt. ”So this is our home?” the third Elf inquires; ”and we will keep our jobs?” she then continues. ”I want you to view the changes, as an upgrade to your previous terms..” I offer. ”Thank you, Mistress..” the Elves chorus. ”If you don’t mind, I have prepared individual rooms for each and every one of you..” I offer; ”but if you prefer, feel free to rearrange the rooms of your suite to your comfort!” I then add. --- --- ---