Elizabeth Burke’s mood was as sour and ill tempered as ever. She huffed and puffed as though that would help to clean the dirt and cobwebs from her portrait. “WHAT ARE THOSE ELVES DOING?” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. “LAZY THINGS!” There was a last almighty puff and Elizabeth accepted defeat by slumping against the frame.

“Say,” Elizabeth spoke up loudly as she had just remembered a spicy piece of news. There was no care by her if humans along the corridor heard as well. As a matter a fact it would be better that they did hear. They would come to know just how important she and her family were. “Did any of you hear about the flash of light that came from the Mirror on the fourth floor recently? The very same mirror that was donated by a family member of mine.” Elizabeth drew herself up to her full height. She gazed around haughtily and smugly. Did any young witch or wizard hear her proclamation? Preferably not a Mudblood since they least interested her…