Kreacher's Korner
By Sophia Oceanborn
Kreacher's work never ends. Kreacher does this and that, and no one appreciates him. If poor Mistress would still be alive, she'd praise this old house-elf.
Kreacher will have to burn his fingers afterwards, but the SOUP Staff makes poor Kreacher age ten years everyday. They're always making a mess, throwing parties every other day, and who cleans it all up? Kreacher, poor, old Kreacher.
They don't love Kreacher one single bit, but Kreacher obeys, Kreacher follows, "Yes, Master." Filthy Muggles. Blood Traitors they are. They ruined the Noble House of SOUP with their shiny decorations, leaving all sorts of scraps behind, and who cleans it all up? Kreacher, poor, old Kreacher.
In celebration of the Muggle Mardi Gras, they all dressed up in ridiculous attires: giant peacocks, plushed animals, or rainbows. Kreacher was so ashamed! Poor, poor Mistress, rolling in her grave. She'd say, "Kreacher, house-elves serve noble families, like ours, not undeserving Blood Traitors." But no, Kreacher obeys.
To make things worse, the SOUP Headquarters have been invaded by even more Muggle-loving people Kreacher is ashamed of calling wizards. Nuisance for Kreacher. One of them even tried using Kreacher as a Bludger. He threw this old elf up in the air and just when he wanted to hit Kreacher with a bat, Kreacher poofed. Kreacher had to slam his head against a wall, after that. Poor, old Kreacher.
Another one filled the Headquarters with cats. The cats invaded poor Keacher's lair (that has been sprinkled over with fairy dust - gross!) and destroyed Mistress's picture. Kreacher also has to clean up the fur. Kreacher is old and allergic to cats. SOUP Staff doesn't care about Kreacher, they only make him suffer.
And the biggest insult! One of the Muggle-lovers knit Kreacher a scarf and almost forced Kreacher wear it. Kreacher struggled and cursed and cried. When Miss Cissy, who was visiting, saved poor Kreacher, Kreacher was relieved, even though he had to iron his ears for disobeying.
Miss Pansy is the only one kind to Kreacher. If it wasn't for her, Kreacher would have abandoned those crazy Mudbloods. Kreacher would have committed the greatest treason of his species, deserting the Masters. Miss Pansy loves and understands Kreacher. Kreacher hopes she will marry Miss Cissy's son one day, young Master Draco.
But Kreacher got his revenge, oh he did. They will never suspect what Kreacher has done. When The Rave people abducted Kreacher and Master Jason, Kreacher escaped with the help of some very nice people, who have also given Kreacher some eggs. Those eggs looked ugly and had a foul smell, and Kreacher thought of serving them to the SOUP Staff.
Just when happy Kreacher was on his way to the kitchen to cook the eggs, he bumped into Miss Oana. She growled at Kreacher, she did. But Kreacher noticed the book she was reading, oh yes. Serpents and dragon-like creatures. And the big picture on the cover looked just like Kreacher's eggs. Kreacher smiled sweetly and asked Miss Oana what kind of eggs where those.
"Basilisk eggs. Now out of my way," she told Kreacher, yes.
That made Kreacher very, very happy. Kreacher hid the eggs in the SOUP Office and waited. Some idiot moved them into the Slytherin Common Room, and apparently the Slytherins adopted the Basilisk. It escaped, anyway, so Kreacher's work is done. Kreacher hopes Baby will create enough chaos. They deserve that for treating Kreacher awfully.
By Sophia Oceanborn
Kreacher's work never ends. Kreacher does this and that, and no one appreciates him. If poor Mistress would still be alive, she'd praise this old house-elf.
Kreacher will have to burn his fingers afterwards, but the SOUP Staff makes poor Kreacher age ten years everyday. They're always making a mess, throwing parties every other day, and who cleans it all up? Kreacher, poor, old Kreacher.
They don't love Kreacher one single bit, but Kreacher obeys, Kreacher follows, "Yes, Master." Filthy Muggles. Blood Traitors they are. They ruined the Noble House of SOUP with their shiny decorations, leaving all sorts of scraps behind, and who cleans it all up? Kreacher, poor, old Kreacher.
In celebration of the Muggle Mardi Gras, they all dressed up in ridiculous attires: giant peacocks, plushed animals, or rainbows. Kreacher was so ashamed! Poor, poor Mistress, rolling in her grave. She'd say, "Kreacher, house-elves serve noble families, like ours, not undeserving Blood Traitors." But no, Kreacher obeys.
To make things worse, the SOUP Headquarters have been invaded by even more Muggle-loving people Kreacher is ashamed of calling wizards. Nuisance for Kreacher. One of them even tried using Kreacher as a Bludger. He threw this old elf up in the air and just when he wanted to hit Kreacher with a bat, Kreacher poofed. Kreacher had to slam his head against a wall, after that. Poor, old Kreacher.
Another one filled the Headquarters with cats. The cats invaded poor Keacher's lair (that has been sprinkled over with fairy dust - gross!) and destroyed Mistress's picture. Kreacher also has to clean up the fur. Kreacher is old and allergic to cats. SOUP Staff doesn't care about Kreacher, they only make him suffer.
And the biggest insult! One of the Muggle-lovers knit Kreacher a scarf and almost forced Kreacher wear it. Kreacher struggled and cursed and cried. When Miss Cissy, who was visiting, saved poor Kreacher, Kreacher was relieved, even though he had to iron his ears for disobeying.
Miss Pansy is the only one kind to Kreacher. If it wasn't for her, Kreacher would have abandoned those crazy Mudbloods. Kreacher would have committed the greatest treason of his species, deserting the Masters. Miss Pansy loves and understands Kreacher. Kreacher hopes she will marry Miss Cissy's son one day, young Master Draco.
But Kreacher got his revenge, oh he did. They will never suspect what Kreacher has done. When The Rave people abducted Kreacher and Master Jason, Kreacher escaped with the help of some very nice people, who have also given Kreacher some eggs. Those eggs looked ugly and had a foul smell, and Kreacher thought of serving them to the SOUP Staff.
Just when happy Kreacher was on his way to the kitchen to cook the eggs, he bumped into Miss Oana. She growled at Kreacher, she did. But Kreacher noticed the book she was reading, oh yes. Serpents and dragon-like creatures. And the big picture on the cover looked just like Kreacher's eggs. Kreacher smiled sweetly and asked Miss Oana what kind of eggs where those.
"Basilisk eggs. Now out of my way," she told Kreacher, yes.
That made Kreacher very, very happy. Kreacher hid the eggs in the SOUP Office and waited. Some idiot moved them into the Slytherin Common Room, and apparently the Slytherins adopted the Basilisk. It escaped, anyway, so Kreacher's work is done. Kreacher hopes Baby will create enough chaos. They deserve that for treating Kreacher awfully.