Oh no no no. Tinka squeaked at almost being squashed and scrambled to her feet. "So so sorry Misses. Sorry sorry Misses. Tinka bad. Tinka so very bad." She moved to the wall, just shy of the portraits and started to bang her head against the brick. "Bad bad Tinka. Tinka bad bad. Must not sit on the floor, Tinka bad."

A professor joined them and Tinka continued to apologise loudly in shrill cries as she hit her head upon the wall. She wished that she had a door to shut her fingers in as that hurt much more. Tinka bad. Bad Tinka. "Tinka sorry, Professor Sir Newton Sir! Bad Tinka bad bad."