"Hold your tongue," Edward said to Steven rather quickly. Edward knew that some house elves took great pride in their 'uniforms' and chose to wear the rags even when offered better. "We'll work through that."
Edward went into the living room.
"You are the master?" one of the elves asked Edward.
"No," Edward said. "He'll be along shortly. The lady of the house is bedridden from a serious injury, but you will meet her so that you can serve her. Her husband is the master of the estate. He is your employer. But know who you serve. You serve the Chief Warlock and her husband and their children. And as long as you serve her, you also serve the Minister and anyone else who lives in this home or who is a guest here."
Brian came downstairs, rather on the run, knowing he was running late. He was not looking like any estate master the elves had ever seen. He wore jeans, a denim shirt and was fastening his watch around his wrist as he ran down the stairs, two at a time.
"And here would be the master of the house now," Edward said. The house elves looked confused. They were expecting the old money, former Slytherin families that were piled high in tradition. The young man in front of them was about as far from their expectations as it got.
However, the older man and woman who followed was more fitting of their expectations. Then they recognized the man. He was the Minister of Magic--the man who had been missing since an assassination attempt. He was known to be in hiding, but no one knew why. And here he was. Not so hidden at the moment.
"Welcome," Brian said to them. "We appreciate you all joining our household. We can definitely use your help. It is a very large house with many, many people."