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The following day, Sadde has Transfiguration in the morning.

She is all over it at lunch.

"Okay, so, Transfig is just about the coolest thing," she says first thing to the Ravenclaws as soon as she sits at the table.
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"Muggle International Confederation, Yale's a university... I don't know CERN either."

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"Oh! Yeah, those things, and CERN is this particle physics research facility, and erm, particle physics is..." She stops, apparently at a loss on how to explain particle physics to a witch.

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"They study the rules that govern how the world works, at a very very very very very very very very small scale, like so small humans can't even wrap our heads around it."

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"Thennnn how does anybody study them?"

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"Erm, I dunno. I think there's something about throwing stuff at other stuff really fast and then measuring the results and figuring out if this makes sense when you suppose this or that particle was involved...?"

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She nods. "Yes, that!"

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"...I'll just take your word for it."

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They both grin.

"Anyway, it's kind of a really big deal to work there, I think, 'cause only the very best physicists do, and to be a physicist in the first place you need to be really really smart and good at maths."
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"Huh. Okay."

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Food!

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Yes, food!

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No good operational ideas are suggested for the rest of the day. Classes, then food, then classes, then more food happen, and it's bed time.

Sadde decides mingling in the Common Room might not be the very best of ideas. He goes to his room instead, alone.
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Presently:

Elf. A different elf, watery-eyed and red-nosed.

"Mr. Sadde is wishing to speak to Winky?"
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He's less surprised by her. "Hello, Winky! It's nice to meet you," he says, a bit more cheerfully than he's feeling. Suddenly the 'talks about feelings all the time' has a whole new context.

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"Turvy is saying that Mr. Sadde will," sniff, "want to hear about how Winky was dismissed by Mr. Crouch. More than the other elves is wanting to hear it, she says."

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"Erm. Something like that," he says, wondering what can of worms he has just opened.

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Winky promptly starts bawling. There are intelligible words in it. "Mr. Crouch was needing Winky! He was trusting Winky to look after Master Barty and W-Winky was a bad elf and now they is both dead and Winky cannot ever ever go home! Should have been trying harder and not been afraid of heights, should have been keeping Master Barty safe all along from those bad wizards, Winky failed Mistress and Mr. Crouch and Master Barty all three!"

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Sadde looks over his shoulder to make sure no one's gonna walk into his room to see the whole... thing.

"It's okay, Winky! Erm. Can you tell me about what you're feeling, though? Like, less what you did, more what's actually going on inside?"
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Sob! "W-winky was not good enough! Winky loved her family and was not good enough for them!"

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"Okay, and why weren't you good enough? I mean, er, actually can you tell me what actually happened there? That might be relevant."

This is definitely not going as expected.

...well, that suggests he'd expected something, which he hadn't, not in so many words, but still, if he'd thought about it long enough to form an expectation this would not have been it.
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"Winky is keeping her masters' silence," sniffs Winky. "But - but Winky is having to do a difficult task and it was so high and Winky was afraid and did not pay good attention and Master Barty got into such terrible trouble and Mr. Crouch sacked Winky and - and he was right to do it because Winky was a bad elf."

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Okay, that first part was interesting. "Didn't you say they had, erm, passed away? Why are you still keeping their silence?"

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"Winky tries to be good. And does not want to be embarrassing her masters."

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"But her masters can't be embarrassed anymore, can they? If they're... not around anymore?"

He's pretty sure the moment he says they're dead with as many words she's going to start bawling again and he really doesn't want that.
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"Mr. Crouch was caring about their reputations," Winky sniffs, more haughty than weepy in this moment.

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