Beezley was frozen in place with a look of horror on her face. She shut her little elfish eyes tightly, preparing to be in so much trouble. Beezley shouldn't look for the brooch in classes anymore. Beezley had been such a bad, bad elf.

She was being told to get out, though, and get out she would do. She looked toward the group of students who'd tried to help her and who'd said nice things to her. Beezley would bake them extra cookies, she would.

"Yes, Missus. Beezley will leave now. Beezley has been a bad, bad elf," she said, bowing. She looked at the studentsies with a slight shine in her eyes then with a SNAP, she was gone.