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Elsie smiled at Agnes, already nervous despite the conversation. There was nothing specifically even happening as far as she could tell. She and Agnes had just been sitting under a tree talking, like they did every day, except, not for the first time, Elsie was fascinated by the way the younger...

Elsie... couldn't cook. Not at all and try as she might she was having an awfully hard time getting any of the items she was trying to cook to go right. The house elves had all left over an hour ago when she'd tried to persuade them she was perfectly capable of this on her own, only for them to...