Quirly had been busy, yes Quirly had. There was feastie things to work on, and there was trunksies to get to dormsies. Quirly had gone to the kitchenses first, but with a loud pop, Quirly had appered in the Entrance Hall to see lots of trunksies still there!

"Mistress Bel, Mistress Jessa! You should be at the feast!," she wailed, waving Quirly's spatula around devastatingly. Wide eyes went to the new little mistress too, surrounded by trunksies. And Toddles. No, this wasn't good at all! What would Headmistress think?!? What would Algamus think?!? This wasn't good at all!!!