The entire time, Vindictus had been absentmindedly shuffling a deck of cards that he had stashed beneath the seat cushions of the couch. "Excellent choice in selecting two outstanding Quidditch players to be role models at this school! I trust both of them with keys to the Pitch." He grinned. "Leaders have to be fierce . . . have you considered Greenwood as your new captain, Forrester? Oh, and Dumont has to replace Chosen since she graduated. But we can talk about Quidditch after we deal with some serious issues with the House Elves. "Too much starch in the linens. Makes 'em too stiff and scratchy. The entire Ravenclaw house has been complaining about it - yes, we want crisp linens, but this is ridiculous! Willow said she could crush a Bludger at a bedsheet and it'd bounce off. Oh, too much bleach, too. Ripped a sock in two 'cause the bleach rotted the elastic and cotton fibers." He started doing some card tricks. "The scones from the kitchens are a bit too dry . . . I swear Clifford almost choked on one . . . and they're better with clotted cream, not Devonshire cream."