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Argyle 
The embarishment of the sixth year was lost on the elf, especial in its urge to be helpful. Soon enough Argyle had her work completed, a well-stuffed sandwich made from the various fixings that had been available. All of the ingredients yummy both separate and together…at least by what experience had the house-elves of Hogwarts by the preferences of the humans they served. Tastes different from house-elves. Argyle looked around for her human companion, having lost sight of her, finally spotting her and bounding over happily.
“Sandwich for mistress student,” the house elf remarked as she placed the plate before the girl where she sat. Argyle somewhat anxiously awaiting the approval of her creation as she watched her with interest. As she watched, her head tilted, her ears flopped as something seemed off with the student girl.
Felicity was pulled from her thoughts by Argyle's voice, a thankful distraction, even if her cheeks flushed and an embarrassed smile crept across her face due to the fact that she'd been caught in a world of her own.
"Thanks," she muttered, forcing a bigger smile onto her face, turning to the plate that was in front of her. Usually, she would have picked at the corners of the sandwich for a while, maybe torn bits of it off, but she could sense the elf's gaze on her, and knew that she was waiting for an opinion. So Felicity bit into it properly, savouring the taste - which was, admittedly, really good. Though she couldn't talk with her mouthful, she did offer Argyle two thumbs up.