Busy…busy…busy.

That’s what Argyle was as she popped back into the Entrance Hall after checking that the latest batch of trunks had made their rightful way. Mix-ups galore could happen with house-elves and house-elf magic flicking around the castle between studentsies belingings and feast. Argyle liked this time very much. Very lonely when masters and mistresses not there.

“In feast, studentsies be,” the house-elf half-squeaked as she noticed a few seemingly dawdling around with her fellow elves. Schmoop…Tinka and her whiska…and Toddles. Mussa keep eyes on Toddles.