Summary
Kreacher patted the pillows with his long, slender fingers, watching as a few wheezing feathers were shot out from the sides; the pillow, it must be said, was older than Kreacher himself, and was mostly flat-feathers liked to escape from their flat confines. Kreacher did not appreciate this very much, but he was a house-elf, and no one really cared what a house elf thinks.