"Such is my life," Estella whined dramatically, a small heave of a sigh following.
Not a moment later, however, she smiled and her shoulders shook with quiet laughter. She made a small gesture toward the house elf and watched as the ickle creature made its way back toward the kitchen. That bottle of wine would be following them into the parlor at any moment.
"Come," she said, beckoning Kira to follow her toward the sitting room. "How was work? Do anything particularly disgusting today?"
Although she fancied that Kira had a job she really liked, she hadn't a clue as to how her friend could like something such as, well, whatever it was Kira did. Estella never bothered with knowing the details. They made her feel particularly grimy. Estella was all for getting dirty, but in such different ways.