Ophelia shook her head, giving him a quick glance as he sat down. "No, I don't mind," she said, just as the house elf in question walked in. It would be a lie to say that she didn't feel bad for the poor creature, but it would be an even bigger lie to say that the elf had been particularly good to them. At least not to the standard a house elf should be.
Funnily enough, a year ago, she wouldn't have cared. A year ago, she would have probably tried to save the thing.
A year ago, she had been a much different person.
Ophelia rested her hand under her chin and resisted a sigh--there it went again, from thoughts of a house elf, right back to 'a year ago.' It seemed like everything today reminded her of this anniversary, the curse she supposed she had to bear for trying too hard to not think about it. "I don't think we need to have a full out dinner party to invite them over. With Gwen and Luciana around, they're a bit past needing something so dignified as an excuse to escape to eat dinner with us."
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