A Tizzy Before Hogwarts

Emily Crouch stared at her food, unnerved by the fact that it could stare back.

Jinxy had been in a tizzy all morning, making sure everything was in perfect order for Em's departure.

The elf had done her hair, picked out her clothes, double-checked the contents of her

trunk, and had been moments away from buttoning her blouse for her when Emily finally

put her foot down. Worse yet, Jinxy had insisted on making her final meal before she

left for Hogwarts—a plate of fried eggs with a sausage smile, a sliced tomato nose,

and baked beans hair. It was as if the elf thought she was a child,

not a young woman of 15. Putain*, she thought, staring down at