Sirius Black House-elf Novels & Stories

“Boaz seems to have quit drinking, since he hasn’t come out recently. It’d be pretty boring if we went to Royal Court by ourselves.” “I’m going to the Black family’s mansion,” Titus said coolly, as if he was going to a place that had nothing to do with him. Once those words registered in Sirius’s head, he was stunned. “The… Black family’s mansion?” He put down his wine glass and went over to Titus. “You’re actually going home? Are pigs flying?” Titus said nothing, but his expression turned cold the moment Sirius mentioned the word “home”. Sirius fell silent once he saw it and did not say anything else.

Grey said. “Okay. Wait a moment, Sir.” The housekeeper returned inside and approached Black, who was preparing the mango dipping sauce. “Sir, someone is looking for you outside. Your friend. The really handsome one.” “B—” Black stopped himself. “Grey?” “I’m not sure of the name. Just the most handsome among you all,” the housekeeper said. “So it’s Grey. Fine. Just bring this to Purple. She’s in my room.” “Is Ma’am Purple pregnant, Sir?”

“Just more of the same so far, but it’s early. There was a Goblin in here earlier; they smell like an engine, by the way. It’s their diet; they consume fossil fuels most of the time.” A broad smile spread over my face. “All I can picture is a green hunched-over house elf licking an engine block.” Jade let out a short laugh. “They don’t look like house elves, but I’ll be sure to tell that to Steve when he comes back later with his date.” “Are you trying to get my mate killed?” Zander snapped.

My voice sounded thin and rusty, like a gate that hadn't been opened in years. "Careful, careful!" the creature squeaked, waving his spindly hands. "Krug is just here to bring the broth. Master says you are thin. Too thin! Like a little bird with no feathers!" "Who is Master? Where am I?" I looked around the room. It was massive filled with black marble, heavy velvet curtains, and gold trimmings. It felt like a tomb for a king. "This is the Black Manor! Home of the Great Azrael!" Krug took a step closer, holding a silver tray. "Now, drink. Drink or Krug gets the whip!"

However, she already had passed a century of her life. Everyone was eagerly waiting for her words. But before she spoke out, a deity in green color with the appearance of a pixie that was flying beside her suddenly glowed. Indicates the use of resonance. Seemingly, a magician can decide whatever their deity's future design is. Like for example, the deity of Elder Paan looks like a wood fairy. With small transparent greenish wings stick on its back. And two antennas on its cute little head. And with two round big eyes of red in color. Of course, this deity's body was made of special metal. Or commonly known as robotic. Yet, with the addition of its dress and skin color, it looks seemingly a r

You don’t think for a long time, I can just kick you out, I’m not some kind of self-taught person, but a hereditary sorceress. Separating a long, hairy limb from his disheveled side, the house elf held out his hand: - Good, witch. - Good, - she shook hands, not paws. - Will you return the owners to me today? The little housewife clung to the witch's slender leg.

"However... uhh" "Oh yes, my Lord, they're not like the Elves you're seeing similar to Legolas. Those kinds of house-elves serve this kingdom, transatlantic slavery. They came from the land of Darkvenilland, were evil's descendants, and they're rescued there in the hopes of giving them good working conditions, meaning they'll get paid and won't be mistreated..." "Oh no, you must not do that to them. They are also live creatures who suffer. We must treat everyone equally here and..."

"Sailor Moon!" Erik asked the little girl again, and got his reply in another animated tone. As soon as everyone was seated, a full tea set appeared in the low center table with a lot of biscuits and cookies prepared for the group. Sona jumped off Erik's lap and started to attack the cookies, and Lady Sitri looked at the tea set and snacks with curiosity. Erik, noticing his mother-in-law's face, answered her unasked question. "It's the house-elves, Elleanor. Hogwarts is attended by a small army of house-elves."