The house elves had come for her clothes while she took a shower--how the hell they knew when to show up, I still didn't know. I had a hard time keeping a straight face when she emerged from the bathroom--the T-shirt, which fit me just find, came down below her knees.
"The house elves do take-out," I said. "Not that you'd stand out here, really--you'd be surprised some of the crap people wear." Well, actually, she probably wouldn't, though it was weirder here even than Chicago.
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Date: 2007-08-27 04:41 am (UTC)"The house elves do take-out," I said. "Not that you'd stand out here, really--you'd be surprised some of the crap people wear." Well, actually, she probably wouldn't, though it was weirder here even than Chicago.