A Seed of Eager Hope

Kreacher sent Wizet back to Ottery St Catchpole. After bowing deeply, he said, "Great Mr. Lovegood, if you have time later, please instruct Kreacher in advance... Kreacher will certainly use everything he has learned to prepare the finest meals for you..."

He seemed to remember something else. "Great Mr. Lovegood, which country's cuisine do you prefer? If there is anything Kreacher does not excel at, Kreacher can learn it beforehand..."

"I..." Wizet cleared his throat, still somewhat unused to Kreacher's enthusiasm and respect. "I'm actually not particularly picky about food..."

"Although it is presumptuous, Kreacher must still say this... At least let Kreacher do something..."

Kreacher suddenly straightened up, then fiercely slammed his head into the ground, punishing himself. "Great Mr. Lovegood... Your help to the Black Family has been far too great..."

"All right... Kreacher, raise your head first..." Wizet crouched halfway down and waved his wand at Kreacher's forehead, casting a healing spell to close the wound.

Kreacher praised him loudly, "Oh... Great Mr. Lovegood, you are as great as Master Regulus Black..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wizet coughed repeatedly, trying to drown out Kreacher's voice. "Your kindness is hard to refuse, so how about this..."

He still remembered the foods Luna liked, so he told Kreacher about all of those dishes.

"Okay!" Kreacher bowed again. "Kreacher certainly will not... disappoint... Great Mr. Lovegood..."

Wizet pinched the bridge of his nose. "There's no need to emphasize that form of address every time..."

He had actually mentioned it to Kreacher several times, but Kreacher had never changed. Dobby had been similar before, though Dobby no longer spoke that way now.

He stood up and rubbed his slightly sore knees when he suddenly felt movement in his pocket, as though something was darting about inside.

"Could it be..." He took Slytherin's