Kreacher's Korner
Kreacher
Kreacher does not like the SOUP staff, he does not like them at all. Poor Kreacher is old, but he has to work day and night to clean up the fairy's yucky dust. Poor Kreacher must wash Mistress Dei's paint off her desk and he must polish the posters of Miss Kay in her awful pink office. Kreacher would have stolen away with Mistress Lu and Master Tyler if he had not been too busy bringing Nicole more blankets and pillows.
Kreacher did want to steal away with Mistress Lu and Master Tyler. But Kreacher does not like Mistress Lu and Master Tyler, oh no, Kreacher does not. They leave their yarn all over Kreacher's clean floors and they make poor, old Kreacher rhinestone their matching sweatpants. Oh, how Kreacher's mistress would be ashamed of how the rhinestone-wearing, muggle-loving, blood traitors damage the noble house of SOUP. They blind poor Kreacher's eyes with their bright pink shirts every Wednesday, but Kreacher does not complain. No, Kreacher rhinestones every scarf and sequins every skirt. Kreacher is a good house elf.
Mistress Kay is just as bad as Mistress Lu and Master Tyler. She is too fond of her frying pans and paintbrushes and wine, and poor Kreacher must suffer at her hands. One night, as poor, obedient Kreacher cleaned paint off her desk, she attacked poor Kreacher. She dressed Kreacher - oh, how poor Kreacher was crying - in her old Pocahontas costume, before painting Kreacher's face brown and his poor hair black. She was prepared to subject poor, old Kreacher to a night of misery as she began to read her favorite books aloud, but Mistress must have been watching over poor Kreacher, for she passed out in her bed. Kreacher thinks she was very drunk.
But Kreacher got his revenge, Kreacher always does. Kreacher did not bring her coffee the next morning, and he listened by Mistress Pansy's as she complained about Mistress Kay's stormy attitude. Oh, Kreacher was quite pleased, he was finally given a moment to breathe.
A loud crash soon echoed down the hallway.
"KREACHER!" he heard Mistress Shadow yell. "Clean this up!"
Poor, old Kreacher is off to clean up the next mess at the hands of the dishonorable SOUP staffers. Stay far away, readers. Kreacher thinks Mistress Sam's potions have finally exploded.