"But I don't care about whether I'm weird or not if being weird would make me better," says Bella. "I mean, I might care a little, if people made fun of me, but I think being a vegetarian is probably not strange enough to be a big deal there."

"...No?"

"They are a species of magical creature with humanlike intelligence, significant magical ability, and an obsessive need to act as servants."

"What more do you want to know?"

"How did they get that way? Are there lots? Do they like it or just have to like some people have to wash their hands and stuff?"

"I have never met an elf," says Sherlock.

"They're a lot rarer than humans, but not that rare," says Tony. "A lot of the old pureblood families have a few around, and some big institutions like schools or the wizard rail."

"So there might be some here," says Bella.

"Probably," says Tony. "If food appears in front of you at meals, that's elves."

"...Yeah, it does. I should meet some elves and find out if they're okay and if they need help and if they need help I'll learn how to help them," says Bella, writing this down in her notebook too.

"Good luck," says Tony.

"Thanks! D'you want to help, if I find something that needs doing?"

"...I guess? I mean, I don't really know how. Or even what I'd be helping with."

"Well, me either, that's why I'm going to find out," says Bella.

"Okay. So if you come up with something I actually can help with, and there's no good reason not to, I will."

"Cool!" says Bella. "What about you?" she adds to Sherlock.

"Oh, as Tony, of course."

"Awesome," Bella grins. "Tony, you done eating? I can show you where we live."

"Sure!"

Through the halls they go! "Our hall is called Analisa Hall," Bella says. "Which one is Sherlock in? Maybe he's close by."

"I forget," laughs Tony.