Tin wandered around Bleak Street these days alone without too much to do. The times had changed alot since the days when he served his masters the Silverback Family but little seemed to change Tin. He had taken to drinking a variety of potions that helped him keep his youthful appearance longer than what would've been natural.
It was quite an odd thing for a House Elf to do however many had often considered Tin to be an odd elf. Looking around Tin was often on patrol of children since his master had never liked them wondering around Bleak Street. This was a place meant for adults not little brats that often disrespected the magic they had been given. To keep Bleak Street children free, Tin would often use his elfish magic to cause trouble and help get the children expelled from the area.
Tin's eyes widened as he saw a shifty child walking along the street towards an old hag that was minding her own business. Tin needed to help the hag before the child walked right into her. With a SNAP! of his fingers he caused a pile of garbage to start flying towards the child. It quickly screamed as a smelly old potion landed in it's face and ran away crying. Tin noticed the child dropped something long and skinny as a thought crossed his mind.
Had the stupid child dropped a wand so carelessly? Tin had once craved the possession of such an item however all of his past attempts had been stopped. It was honestly quite a miracle the Ministry hadn't come for him considering his previous crimes. Wizards however often attributed such things to other wizards instead of the seemingly loyal and innocent Elves.
Tin ran out towards the stick and for a moment allowed himself a brief surge of happiness as he saw that it was indeed shaped like a wand and was brown. This happiness disappeared once he picked it up and saw that it was made of chocolate. "Bad Tin!" he said to himself as he tossed the chocolate wand back onto the ground. He was a fool to think that his dream of owning a wand would actually come true.
It was quite an odd thing for a House Elf to do however many had often considered Tin to be an odd elf. Looking around Tin was often on patrol of children since his master had never liked them wondering around Bleak Street. This was a place meant for adults not little brats that often disrespected the magic they had been given. To keep Bleak Street children free, Tin would often use his elfish magic to cause trouble and help get the children expelled from the area.
Tin's eyes widened as he saw a shifty child walking along the street towards an old hag that was minding her own business. Tin needed to help the hag before the child walked right into her. With a SNAP! of his fingers he caused a pile of garbage to start flying towards the child. It quickly screamed as a smelly old potion landed in it's face and ran away crying. Tin noticed the child dropped something long and skinny as a thought crossed his mind.
Had the stupid child dropped a wand so carelessly? Tin had once craved the possession of such an item however all of his past attempts had been stopped. It was honestly quite a miracle the Ministry hadn't come for him considering his previous crimes. Wizards however often attributed such things to other wizards instead of the seemingly loyal and innocent Elves.
Tin ran out towards the stick and for a moment allowed himself a brief surge of happiness as he saw that it was indeed shaped like a wand and was brown. This happiness disappeared once he picked it up and saw that it was made of chocolate. "Bad Tin!" he said to himself as he tossed the chocolate wand back onto the ground. He was a fool to think that his dream of owning a wand would actually come true.