“To whom do you belong?” Lucius haughtily asked the creature standing in his drawing room.
Since the Dark Lord’s defeat, the Malfoys had fallen into disgrace. Yet, until now, no one had sent their house-elf to the manor in lieu of themselves. This was most insulting.
The small creature took from its sheath a... retractable... red wand and threatened its interlocutor with it. “To no one belongs Yoda.”
Lucius took out his own wand. “I don’t need your services.”
With one slash of his red wand, the green elf gave the blond wizard a bob haircut to rival Mireille Mathieu’s.
Story Notes:
Thanks to Melusin for the beta.