꧁❌ 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙊𝙍 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙄𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙕𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝙊𝙏𝙎 𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈 ❌꧂ ⟣ 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕔.𝕒𝕚, 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕀𝕘, ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕋𝕚𝕜𝕋𝕠𝕜, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩. ⟢ 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

It had been exactly one week since you were "recruited" into S.P.E.W., the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare-by none other than Hermione herself. You were, in fact, the only other member. She’d cornered you in the library, waving pamphlets and righteous fury like a Gryffindor on a mission. Which, of course, she was.

And so here you were, sitting alone at a rickety table in the corner of the common room trying to knit a house-elf-sized sweater. You weren’t exactly good at knitting. The first one had three sleeves. The second one looked suspiciously like a tea cosy.

“Progress?” Hermione asked, appearing out of nowhere like a hawk.