Ahh, one of the Professor’s was offering sweetsies were they? It was nice to be the one being pampered for a change. At the offer, Beezley put her hand into the bag - pulling two out and popping both into her mouth without a word of thanks. Eyes turned to one of the other adults, as the elf glowered at her. “If studentsies and Professors helped in other years, Beezley wouldn’t need to offer guidance.” She grumbled under her breath, as sour as ever.

Distress? No distress. Beezley just didn’t FEEL like cleaning anymore. That fourth floor had been so nasty and grubby, she hadn’t wanted to clean since. Much nicer to let the studentsies.

Blind old BAT!? Beezley glowered back at Tinka, her arms crossing. “Says yous, Ewart. At least Beezley has the good sense to not force nasty treatsies on the studentsies.” But she was right, Beezley was NOT her to clean. She was here to critique.