Nimma feels all colors and shades of relief that the Missus Burbage was not cross with her too like Algamus was so Nimma feels it was okay to stop stress tugging on her ears. “Nimma finishes with her earsies,” she assured Toddles with a very nice very tender head rubbing before the little troublemakesies house elf scampered off to help other studenties. Nimma needs do this too but first Nimma needs make sure that the big box was positioned nicely for all. The mama house elf also offered Missus Burbage a very very veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery deep bow of apology for being late and for causing the ghostie lady to feel concern for Nimma’s well being. “Nimma can do that, yes, Missus Burbage!” she promised followed by many a deep inhale and exhale while her long noodle house elfsie arms flapped slowly up and down in rhythm with her breathesies.

She did not follow any one set of studentsies as they went about Missus Burbage’s instructions, instead shuffling around and scooping up clippings and weeds to carry back to the box so studentsies need not shuffle back and forth too. Nimma especially makes lots of shuffling trips to carry the vines pulled from the benches so masters need not exhaust himself by moving back and forth. “Masters and Mistresses do good work and make great team!” she praised with some happy ear wiggling. The house elf’s twitched a different sort of way when the one young master mentions seeing something in the bushes nearby. “Nimma no sees but Nimma can looks!” she tooted, eager to please, and quickly shuffled ahead, dove into the rustling bushes, and mostly disappeared from sight.