Busy, busy, busy.

Studenteses returned and big feast was to be made. Argyle was more than ready to make the food for Mistress Headmistress and the rest. The older house-elf flittered around the stoves checking on things. “Musn’t burn…” she murmured aloud. “Studenteses hungry…young mistresses and masters will be happy with food.”

Unlike the unhappy sounding house-elf behind her."Tinka lose whisk?" Argyle asked, trying to sound supportive. Tinka always lose whisk. She let her big eyes wander the kitchen in search of the missing implement.