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Tippin 
Uh oh. Tippin sensed something not good.
The little house elf shuffled his bare feet tentatively. He wanted to be done with the cleaning because Toddles was making a mess as usual but.... poor poor Miss.
"Your eyes are doing leaking, Miss." If the leaking got too much it would mean more cleaning for Tippin!
"Would young Miss like Tippin to get her a cookie? Schmoop is making the best cookies." Nod, nod, nod.
She rubbed the tears from her eyes once more, trying to dry them up before splashing on the ground.
"Sorry" was all she could say about her leaking eyes. She wasn't like her friends back home. They all seemed to be able to instantly stop crying and look like nary a tear was shed.
"What? Cookies? I do like cookies." Food was always a win for her, no matter how upset she was. Her sniffling started to slow at the thought of cookies.
"Does Schmoop make chocolate chip cookies? Those are my favorite." A very tiny smile was starting to spread across her face.