Recent content by Elt

Ever oblivious to people's privacy, Elt batted Amber's hand away, continuing to flip through the pages of the book in spite of the Hufflepuff's attempts to close it. She didn't bother arguing about the quality of the sketches - not because she agreed they weren't any good, but because she...

Knowing that she wanted to design clothes forever and ever didn't make any of Elt's school subjects any less interesting. Besides, as she'd heard again and again, it was good to have something to fall back on if her creative endeavours were unsuccessful. Personally, Elt didn't believe in the...

The kiss was brief, and not particularly romantic, but Elt was satisfied as she pulled away. Her smile vanished, however, when Phoebe seemed to imply that she was just one of many random girls Elt kissed. Who did Phoebe take her for?! Things were about to get worse still. "A bet?!" she repeated...

Elt was a little disappointed by the lack of response. Nobody ever seemed to want to talk to her. Some outright ignored her - whether intentionally or not, she couldn't always tell, but her feelings were always hurt. Austin was one of those people. The part-goblin stared, her heart crushed for...

One moment Elt was hugging Lizzie, the next, Hayley was pulling her away. Elt let go, falling on her hands and knees and watching with upturned eyebrows as the Slytherin introduced Lizzie to her friends. Wait... girlfriend? Maybe it was a good thing Elt hadn't tried harder to get a kiss. She...

If anything was worth sneaking away for, it was a party! Sporting her newest dress, which she had totally-not-obviously made out of a tablecloth, some sparkly curtains, and a chiffon scarf, she squeezed her way into the house, giving somebody's shin a kick when they failed to make way. It wasn't...

For: Samuel Phillips Elt smiled patiently as the big man bent over the table to take a closer look at her, obviously admiring her lovely clothes. At first, she couldn't make sense of his remark; what on earth did she need to see a personal-whatsit for? Then, with a rising sense of horror and...

3!

Ever since Amber had complimented Elt's dress at the fashion show, Elt had been seriously contemplating designing an entire range of part-goblin clothes. It was difficult to find anything sparkly or fun that fit her, so there was definitely a gap in the market, but Elt hadn't the faintest idea...

Elt would never have gone into the forbidden forest by herself (well, she'd never have owned up to it), but when she saw an older Gryffindor student heading towards the trees, she jumped up from her spot on the lawn at once and followed him in. 'Enforcing the rules' was how she liked to think...

Amber's words of reassurance comforted Elt slightly, though there was a lingering pain in her chest that she thought might never go away now that she knew how much humans despised her kind. Still, if there were only one or two people like Amber in the world, that was enough for Elt. She didn't...

Elt sat back in her chair, her shoulders falling slightly. Of course, she'd known that Goblins didn't like humans very much, but she'd never quite understood why. She had supposed it was because humans weren't very trustworthy, or were less intelligent than their pint-sized counterparts. But...

As Amber laughed, the Ravenclaw's frown began to soften again, until finally she gave it up completely - it was too tiring pretending not to like Amber, anyway. "I study hard too, but I don't ever know which bits are important!" she said sadly. "How do you tell?" The goblin looked around, and...

Elt's scowl softened considerably at Amber's explanation. "Oh," she said, cocking her head and considering what that meant. Unless she was much mistaken, Amber wanted to... help her. After everything! Such persistent displays of kindness were not familiar where the part-goblin came from. In...

Thinking Amber must not yet have perceived her subtle exhibition of grumpiness, Elt stuck out her lower lip and scowled harder. "I don't have problems," she said, misunderstanding the context of Amber's question. "And you can't fix my grade, it isn't broken."