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Rosalyn smiled at Sinead. "Good afternoon Miss Dance." In her confusion, she had momentarily forgotten her manners and that made her feel rather rude though she didn't have time to dwell on it because one of the portraits was asking to be cleaned first.
Before she could jump to it, Tinka had started. Such wonderful house elves though it made her sad to see them so hard on themselves. "You are not bad, Tinka. You are being a great help." Even though the elf had been talking to her uncle, Rosalyn felt that she could answer as well. That, and clean! With the use of magic they would have the castle looking good as new again. Until Flynn returned.
"We can't ask him," she said before biting her lip. "I haven't seen him. Maybe he's been stuck in his bed feeling ill." It would be bad to make anyone worry, and as far she she knew he might be in bed. Where else would he have possibly gone off to? It was the only explanation that Rosalyn could come up with as to why he wasn't doing his job. |