Savior Complex || Sirius Black

(five.)

 Snape had to walk her all the way back to the storeroom, where they met a rather amused looking Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore. Dalia got her tour of the castle, carrying her new flowers in her mug, and when she arrived back in her office, a small cauldron sat on her desk. She was exhausted, and a little too nervous about trying to find the kitchens again after such a long day.

A pop towards the corner of her new office made her nearly have a heart attack, and she clutched at her chest, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to even her breathing.

"Oh, Babdey is very sorry missus!" A voice squeaked from where the pop had come from, and Dalia whirled around to find a small leathery looking grey creature peering up at her. She'd seen house elves before, of course. Her grandparents had had one, and she had dim memories of the sweet little thing, but she'd never really spoken to her.

"It's alright." Dalia managed out, gripping the side of her desk. In all honesty, the little thing sort of freaked her out. She missed Ilvermorny's helpers. They never were ones to come out of nowhere- very adamant about announcing their intention to enter a room. "Did you- uh, did you need something?"

The elf- Babdey, Dalia assumed- brightened significantly before bowing so low his nose touched the floor.

"Babdey helps the Divination missus. Every Divination missus, Babdey helps. Always always."

Dalia opened and closed her mouth, considering this information.

"Do all the professors have elf help?" She asked before she could think better of it. Babdey shook his head.

"No no, missus. Not exactly, missus. Only Babdey, Babdey likes Divination missus. Babdey enjoys the craft. Babdey likes to help!"

"Oh." Dalia managed out, unsure of what else to say. She cleared her throat. "So like how- how exactly does Bab- do you, help?"

"Babdey can do whatever the missus needs! Get whatever missus needs! Always always."

"Do I- I mean, you like Divination?"

The elf simply nodded enthusiastically.

"Do you- like, want to learn it?"

He then blinked his big watery eyes. There was no movement.

"Should I take that as a yes?"

Again, the elf said nothing. Dalia sighed, and glanced around the office. "Did the previous teacher teach you anything?"

The elf brightened then.

"Yes! Missus Trelawney taught Babdey all sorts of things! Missus taught Babdey about dreams and stars and cards and crystal balls! Missus Trelawney was always very kind to Babdey. Babdey hopes that new missus will also-" The elf hesitated, staring wide eyed up at Dalia, "-be kind?"

Dalia felt herself softening a little.

"Sure, Babdey. I'll teach you some stuff."

The elf beamed, and then snapped his fingers. In his hands he held a plate heaped with pasta, smothered in sauce and cheese.

"Missus is hungry, yes? Babdey has had dinner ready for Missus." He offered it up to her. Dalia took it, very suddenly thankful that she wouldn't go hungry tonight. She set it on the table and sat in her desk chair, going to take a bite.

"So, Babdey, let's go over what Trelawney has already shown you."

In all honesty, talking to the house elf helped Dalia feel a bit more relaxed about the whole situation. He constantly assured "Missus Raycroft" that she was being a wonderful teacher, and gave her somewhat of an idea of what Trelawney had already taught her students. Dalia was suddenly overcome with the desire to have actually spoken to the older Divination teacher before the woman had left, but Dumbledore had made it effectively impossible. They barely got letters to one another, and Trelawney's owl was quite an efficient creature.