Bagging her head the little elf only stopped when she heard the students say it would upset them if she kept doing it. Looking up at them with sad eyes she pulled at her ears, "Beezley wants to make a cake for the misses, Beezley likes to make students happy. Beezley doesn't know why her fingers aren't working." The house elf snapped her fingers again and still nothing worked.

"Beezley thinks there is ice cream." With that the little elf took off to see if she could find any only coming back with exactly what she was looking for. "Beezley found some ice cream misses."