Three days had passed since the feast and having no homework or preparation to do for classes, Louisa siezed the RARE opportunity of having no study and buried herself in a pile of books. To find a proper name for the baby house elf. She'd written her suggestion on a parchment with few words to the house-elves and stepped down toward the kitchen.

Reaching the door of the kitchen, and not bothering to open it, the girl bent down and slipped the letter through the door's lower edge. If they were looking for a reasonable and intellectual name, hers should be considered. Seriously. Mhmm.