Bacon Adventures

"Um, hello? Bacon.... yeah. I'm Mitri, do you like bacon too? It's so deliciously crunchy, but believe me it can be evil. Why just the other day I slipped on a piece of bacon, remember that Arya? Oh yeah, this is Arya! What's your name?" Mitri smiled at the Hufflepuff.

Mitri took the honor of tickling the ticklish pear and stepped into the kitchen where she was immediately swarmed by house elves.

"Miss, my name is Peony, how may I be of service miss?" A female house elf with large bulging eyes wearing a torn flour sack asked sweetly.

"Well, if it isn't too much trouble, I'm sure we would all enjoy some bacon, right girls?" Mitri asked with a secret smile.

Arya huddled with her friends around the long stone island in the middle of the kitchens and ate slice after slice of perfectly cooked bacon. The kind little house elves had also set jugs of pumpkin juice out for them.

"I've never seen a house elf before," she muttered quietly to the others. "I've also never seen a kitchen so big."

She was in awe. There were at least 50 stone fireplaces to bake in, all large enough to fit 4 whole turkeys. Bread stations, pile upon pile of fresh fruits and vegetables, everything one could ever want. Arry assumed the washplaces were in a totally different room.

"I imagine this is what the kitchens in castles look like," she wondered aloud.

"Jinxy here 'as worked in a castle, m'lady!" a tiny little house elf exclaimed. He was swinging around a pot full of something, not noticing how it splattered everywhere or the looks the other elves were giving him. "Jinxy will tell ye meself that 'ogwarts 'as the largest kitchens you'll ever see, m'lady!"

"I've never seen such creatures before. They're called house elves?" Deirdre watched the little elves work around the kitchen, cooking for the hungry girls.

She turned her head to smile at the Ravenclaw as she entered. She recognized her from classes and knew she seemed nice.

"Hello. The house elves are cooking bacon for us. There should be plenty for everyone. Your name is Marigold, right?" Deirdre asked.

"Bacon sounds delicious. And, yes. They are called house elves. The man my mother works for has three in his kitchen. And, yes. My name is Marigold. You're Deirdre, right? You helped Adele in the duel with Kolby."Marigold said as cheerfully as she possibly could. It was late. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. She put a hand on her stomach as it growled loudly. She smiled as a small child house elf handed her an orange.

"To hold you over until the bacon is done."he said in a slightly squeaky voice. Marigold smiled and patted his head.

"My name is Fane. You mentioned some house elves earlier. What are their names? We have relatives all over England and the world and we rarely get news from them."Fane explained, sitting beside her on the island. Marigold swallowed the slice of orange she was eating and nodded.

"Well, I live in Norwich,England as a servant girl for Mr. Roy de Hattes."she said, looking at her friends. It hurt her to talk about her home life as a mere servant, when many of these girls came from different social classes. It's embarrassing to be a servant girl among the rich students that went to Hogwarts.

"He has three house elves. One is very old and her name is Mitzi. She's very nice and sneaks food to me from time to time. One is in his mid 30s and his names is Rigby. He's in charge of the kitchen and is very strict and mean. He tells me stories of his last owner, who hurt him if the food wasn't ready in time."she told them with a shiver. All the house elves shivered and told her that they are very lucky to work at Hogwarts."And the last one is his wife Orenda. She's very sweet and is expecting a baby in the fall!"she finished. Another house elf, who was in her teenage years came up to her.

"Hi! I'm Libby and Mitzi is my grandmother! Can you tell her that my mother, her daughter Gerda, got transferred to a house in England and that she's very happy with her owners? I know that she has to be worried about her."the little elf begged. Marigold smiled and agreed to write a letter. Soon, other house elf family members were giving her messages to send to Orenda, Rigby, and Mitzi. This must be a special time for them, to hear news about their loved ones.she thought, writing down the elves message.

(OOC: Woohoo! No more writers block! lol This is sooooo long. Sorry.)

Arya listened intently at the hour long (okay, not really) conversation Marigold started up with the house elves. She still couldn't believe these little creatures existed. They were so....odd. Jinxy trotted back over to her with a fresh tray of bacon swaying to and fro.

"Jinxy never knew 'is family, m'lady Arya," the little guy said, a few slices of bacon sliding off the tray. "Jinxy was brought to 'ogwarts as a wee baby elf!"

"So all you've ever known is Hogwarts?" she asked, pitying him.

"Well, Jinxy really 'as only known these kitchens, m'lady," he piped back, hopping up and down and spilling more bacon.

"Yes, I'm Deirdre. It wasn't a big thing, the duel. I was going to stay out of it at first, but Kolby was just being mean. I couldn't let him keep on it." Deirdre said.

She smiled watching the house elves give Marigold messages for their families. They were small and looked odd, but they were not so very different from humans. If anything, they seemed to value family more than most humans that she knew.

((Sorry it's short. I really don't know what to add.))

Mitri awkwardly sat off to the side of the kitchens, on the floor fiddling with her hands. It seemed everyone else had found new House Elf friends, all whilst on a journey for bacon. Peony was too busy overlooking the bacon frying process to chat with Mitri.

"I really want bacon," Mitri grumbled under her breath, not wishing to alert the house elves of her impatience.

There was a pop, and a house elf appeared in front of Mitri, "Miss called for Bacon? Bacon is here miss. How can Bacon assist miss?"

Tears of joy appeared in Mitri's eyes, she stood and embraced the poor little house elf.

"Miss...miss is choking Bacon!" Bacon whimpered out. Mitri quickly released the elf and apologized, blushing at her hasty actions.

"I'm sorry, call me Mitri. I love your name! Will you be my best friend Bacon?," Mitri asked pleadingly.