One of the studentsies started speaking to old Argyle, and the elf looked up for moment before going back to dusting.

"Argyle likes to clean, miss! Clean and cook and scrub her floors, oh yes."

Argyle stopped dusting again and looked at the girl through wide elf eyes, a big elf grin on her little elf face. "Why does miss asks Argyle about drawing? Argyle is a house elf. Argyle cleans!"

She still didn't notice what they studentsies had been up to.