For the love of all things holy--
Before she had realized what she was even doing, Cecilia's hand smacked the bed and she cursed, not-so-under-her-breath, as her eyes shot to the doorway. At that point, it wasn't even over him figuring it out. She was just furious with that stupid, useless, indiscreet, disgusting creature that apparently had a hard time doing anything right. Her parents' house elves had never been like this, nor any of her friends', and if they were, they most certainly had been gotten rid of post haste. Given that she was not about to get her hands dirty, that was not something that Cecilia was willing to do, so why in heaven's name had she gotten stuck with the only house elf in the entire world that she would need to do it to?
It was just about her luck, wasn't it?
Just about her luck too that now she had a curious, and undoubtedly suspicious Cael watching her, probably knowing exactly what she was going to say but hoping it wasn't true because halfbloods didn't get house elves, they thought it was pretentious and sometimes even cruel and---okay, she didn't know how he felt about them, but there had been a reason why she hadn't told him about it...
Groaning, she pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, wishing this problem away. Then again, she had made some worse admissions in her lifetime, to scarier people than her current boyfriend. She should just---
"Okay, look, I got a house elf," she sighed, eyes still closed as if this all gave her a monstrous headache. Actually, life with a very sick person sort of did--that's why she'd gotten it in the first place. "Whatever. I was going to get rid of it when you got better."
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