Tinka bustled about the brunch table, setting out another plate of muffins. “Tinka brought extra muffins for hungry studentsies. Made them fresh with her whisky-whisk, Tinka did!” She beamed, patting the special whisk in her pocket.

Her elf ears twitched at the professor’s directions. “Yes, ma’am. Tinka has pretty badges for studentsies right here.” With a snap of her fingers, the badges levitated toward the other side of the table. “Would mistress like badges arranged by color?”

Tinka smiled as the sudentsies began to arrive. “Would studentsies like a muffin? Tinka baked them fresh!”