As they both settled into their seats, the house elf returned with a large silver tray balancing precariously in front of it. Estella hiked a perfectly manicured eyebrow as she watched with baited breath. She ought to give the thing more credit, she thought briefly, as it very easily placed the tray down on the table in front of them and poured each girl a large glass of wine.
"I've become my grandmother's new pet project," she admitted, with a slightly over-dramatic sigh. "She thinks I don't partake in enough physical activity."
At this, Estella smiled rather broadly.
"But what she doesn't know won't hurt her. I've let her boss me around a bit. It's not so bad."