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Despite the general coloration, lack of height, and large batlike ears, only the very densest sort of person would mistake Yoda for one of Hogwarts' many house elves. For one thing, he wore clothes, the brown and grey Jedi robes that he had favored for hundreds of years before his death. For another, house elves tended to not use the gimer stick that served him as both cane and occasional snack.

And there was the intangible presence around him as he went about his decidedly non-house elf activites. Where the house elves were all busy bundles of nervous energy, Yoda was calm and still, with the ever-present Force acting always as his touchstone and guide. Such as now, as he sat in the library like a small mossy rock with bat ears, hardly moving save for his breathing, the occasional chewing motion as he gnawed his cane, and using his free tri-clawed hand to turn the page of the large tome almost as large as he was. The leather cover read Hogwarts, a History. He had spent the past year traveling this world, learning about history both magical and non-magical, and it seemed fitting to him that this particular excursion should end with the history of the establishment that currently served him as home.

He turned another page, ears twitching as he began a chapter on foreign wizarding influences on the school's architecture.