As soon as the flood had stopped, Wesley had been itching to visit the kitchen. Vanessa had said they where okay, and she absolutely trusted her prefect, but more than anything, the small brunette wanted to see for herself. Unfortunately with the end of the school year fast approaching, it seemed that she was busier then ever.

But not today. After powering through her homework, the Hufflepuff had taken the opportunity to run down to the kitchen.

To see the House-elves, of course!

Please let them be okay! Please let them be okay! she thought as she sprinted down the hallway, through the portrait, and into the expansive room.

Breathing heavily, Wesley stopped and looked around, eager to see them milling around, safe and happy.