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Downstairs, Ron was taking a call over the Floo network. “Hello, HERPES, how can I help you?”
“Ron! How many times do I have to tell you it’s not HERPES, it’s the House-Elf Rehabilitation Program and English School!”
Hermione sighed and turned back to the task before her. “Now, Winky,” she said with a strained smile, “let’s try it one more time. Repeat after me: I am; you are; he, she, or it is...”
Winky frowned in concentration. “Mistress Hermione am; Winky are... Oh no! Winky is ... Winky are muddled again!”
It was going to be a long school term.
“Ron! How many times do I have to tell you it’s not HERPES, it’s the House-Elf Rehabilitation Program and English School!”
Hermione sighed and turned back to the task before her. “Now, Winky,” she said with a strained smile, “let’s try it one more time. Repeat after me: I am; you are; he, she, or it is...”
Winky frowned in concentration. “Mistress Hermione am; Winky are... Oh no! Winky is ... Winky are muddled again!”
It was going to be a long school term.
