House elves. He'd met an elf once, though he hadn't seen her lately. So some people employed them as servants.

Eleven looked over Regulus, surprised to see what he recognized as a wand, like what Lily used. There was a barrel of fresh melted snow water, but well, if he could conjure it magically, he supposed he wouldn't argue so long as it was clean.

Moreover, having servants usually meant nobility of some sort, and now Eleven had new reason to be self-conscious of the fact he had been kneeling in dirt a few minutes ago.

"Yes.. The intention was to kill us and then raise us as his undead slaves, but we were rescued and have since been avoiding his grasp."