Naaaaasty, ugly studentsies in his kitchen. Algamus narrowed his beady, little eyes at all the childrensies. With their sticky fingers and their disorder. He wanted to keep them all out of his kitchen so his elvsies didn't get distracted, yesm. Nothing was worse then a happy house elf; it made them messy. Headmistressie looooooved when Algamus kept things in order. And he loooooved to keep the Mistress happy.

He was a good house elvsie.

Not like Pips, Toddles and Argyle. Worthless houselvsies. Worthless.

He grumbled, "You speak nicey to the missus, Toddles. No tugging, yesm?" That was rude.