Well... everyone knew that Gwen was the most awful cook in THE WORLD. But despite that, the seventh year was determined to try and bake something edible. Mhm. That was a plan. With this thought in her mind, the Ravenclaw made her way to the kitchen. She stopped as she got to the end of the corridor and eyed the painting.
. . .
She just started remembering how much time she had spent in her first year to figure out how to enter the kitchen. Tickle the pear. That was the piece of advice some older students had given her.

With a smirk on her face, Gwendolyn was about to make her way in. But she suddenly stopped and that smirk disappeared. The house elves were said to be gone. With a sigh, the Ravenclaw looked around for another moment. Beezley. Tinka. Gah. Why weren’t they around anymore?!