The House Elf in the Kitchen (On Hold for a few)

Book One: Chapter 3: House Elves

"Little Elf" the boy elf's voice rang out. "Little Elf" he repeated, shaking me. "What?!" I snapped, opening my eyes. He looked at me weirdly. "Sorry" I mumbled, feeling like a donkey walking into a VIP party with only Zebras. "That is okay. You was having a bad dream, Little Elf." He said looking very worried. "It was terrible! Also, I is Haven, you can call me Haven." I said, bursting into tears because of the dream. "Haven, what was it?" He asked, rubbing my back. "I is okay. Just a nightmare. Would you like to tell me where I is and How I gets here?" I say. Worried about my bag and box and food. "Oh, you is in the Hogwarts kitchen. Hogwarts is a magical school for humans. We is house elves. Elves can only become House elves by having magic in their blood. You got magic.
House elves have masters or mistresses. You will live with them and accomplish their needs, house cleaning, etc. you will live with them forever, or they will give you a article of clothing." He said, looking happy to be on this subject. I guess I looked confused because he said, "Just forget everything I said. Qeezy will explain it all. She is your trainer." He said. "Do you want to rest Haven?" He asked looking anxious. "I wasn't really 'sposed to be here. Adooxy would be mad." He finished. "That's okay, I like it when your here. What is your name?" I asked. "Oh, I'm Torc." Torc says, looking at his shoes like they had just become the most interesting thing he's ever seen. "I like it Torc. Has a nice ring to it." I said before falling back to sleep. Heck, I was ttttiiiirrreeeddd.

The next time I woke up I saw that it was morning. The light shined beautifully through and landed on all the house elves running around, cooking food, and cleaning up. "Why am I so tired?" I asked looking around. No one answered, everyone was busy with their own work. I wondered what kind of master made them work like this. "It's not like that Haven." Torc's voice rang out in my head. "How are you, what are you, what??" I was so confused. How was his voice in my head? "Magic. We needed to see what you were dreaming about." He says. "So.... everything I think, you hear?" I asked, hoping it wasn't true. "Yes, but I'm going to leave now." He says. Then I feel something sliding away from my me. Wow, I thought. Just then two boys about 14 walk into the room. "Can we please have some chocolate truffles, cookies and milk, and chips?" They ask. After a few minutes what they asked for and more is in front of them. "Thank you" they said, then they started to eat. After a few minutes they got up and walked over to me. "Who's this?" They ask a boy elf. "Dobby, doesn't really know, sir. The shoemaker elves brought her sir. She just sleeps, Sir. Dobby doesn't know much. You should ask Adooxy andTorc. They know more than Dobby sir." He finished looking pleased. "That's okay Dobby. Do you think we might be able to talk to her?" One of the boys inquired. Dobby nodded his head and went back to work.
"My name is Fred." One of the boys said. They looked identical.
"And I'm George." The other spoke. George's face looked a little differently shaped.
"Haven Sir" I said, taking to what Dobby said.
They held up their hands. I didn't know what to do. I must've looked confused because the boys said "It's called a high five. You're supposed to slap it with your hand." They said, chuckling. I slapped their hands as hard as I could. "Not bad, newbie." They said. "We will be back later." Fred and George smiled. Then they left the Kitchens. A place I would get to know really well.