"Hey JakeyWakey," Varius responded to his housemate. He was seeing that boy everywhere, and anytime he did he always looked suspicious and up to something... first pinkersnapple... now what could he be up to?

Just at that moment another elf joined Beezley's side. Now, Varius was all for supporting the elves and relieving them of their services if they so desired, but where on Earth had the Headmaster hired these lot! They did everything but do as they were told and Myrtle was not going to be overly impressed if he was a) not as white as a ghost and b) delaying the beginning of their relationship even longer... not that she knew that one was going to exist in the first place.

"Cela didn't want cookies," he tried to explain to the elf, in the sort of voice one would use if you were to talk to a baby or the family dog, "She said it would be like handing over a batch of cookies... because you know... you need flour to make 'em... we just need a bag of flour..."

Hopefully that got through, otherwise Varius' socks were coming off!!!