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Tootle Loo was in a blue short haired wig today but no wings. The only time she wore wings was when she was not doing anything to heavy like cleaning out a dorm or something like that. There was too much danger of being burned to ware wings in the kitchen. As always she was cooking alone. At any other time Tootles was almost overly friendly but when it came to cooking she became a bit of a harpy hurting the feelings of anyone that didn't cook in what she thought was the right way. For fear of a flying ladle when it was Tootle Loo's turn in the kitchen she it was made sure that she was with others that would not get in her way.
Tootle Loo liked it this way. It meant she could do everything perfectly and just add it to what the others made. It mean a bit more work for her too but Tootle Loo was more than happy for it. She was string that evening's soup while humming to herself joyfully. In the mind of the young house elf there was nothing else that was better.
Tootle Loo liked it this way. It meant she could do everything perfectly and just add it to what the others made. It mean a bit more work for her too but Tootle Loo was more than happy for it. She was string that evening's soup while humming to herself joyfully. In the mind of the young house elf there was nothing else that was better.