Argyle popped into the chamber, a duster in hand. Old objects need to be kept clean just like new objects. Dust…dust…dust. Dust…dust…dust. The house elf had no clue as to scratches on them but the other residents and visitors of the castle seemed to be interested. Her wide-eyed gaze taking in the room off the Great Hall, it was easy to notice the professoreses all there and make the house elf stop in her tracks. Ooooo and student too.

Maybe not all were in class, the house elf having thought it would be a perfect time to clean undisturbed. “Sorry Master Professors…Mistress,” Argyle apologized. “Argyle didn’t mean to interrupt."