Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Hermione took a better look. She was now able to see that this house elf was in fact not Dobby. The face was different, more feminine looking than Dobby’s. Though, to be fair, she could see how it would be easy to mix them up. She looked almost exactly as Dobby had when he first appeared to Harry in his fourth year to warn him about the Death Eater Attack on the World Cup; scrawny, as if she was half starved and wearing the same dirty pillowcase.