Toddles was happy that all the other elvsies were out cleaning or cooking because he had the sleeping room alllll to himself. So of course he was going to play with the magic bubble stick the Headman gave him back at the big dinner last year.

The baby elf was dancing around the room, jumping on all the beds as it filled up with bubbles that took longer than usual to pop. "Weeeeeee!!! BUUUBBLES! Toddles sounds like Bubbles so Toddles LOVESIES BUBBLES!"

Tippin scurried into the elf quarters, after polishing a certain skirting board for about thirty minutes. It was time for some shut-eye. Tippin needed shut-eye, TOO.

BUT - COMMOTION ALERT.

Tippin pressed his hands to his ears and hurried along.... "TODDLES IS MAKING TOO MUCH NOISES."

Oooops, a bubble popped in Tippin's eye and he fell backwards onto the floor in a dramatic flee. "Tippin is injured, Tippin is injured!"

"Tinka no like cleaning armor, no like at all! Tinka never leave her whisk if Tinka no have to!"

The elf scurried into the kitchen, not hearing the commotion in the back. Whisk! Where go'd it?? "Whisk, where Tinka leave you? Where Tinka find you?" CLATTER. CRASH. BANG. "Tinka move whole kitchen if Tinka have to! Did a studentsie move whisk-whisk? Little Toddles did?" SCRAPE. BANG. "There you is, whisk! Tinka miss you!" She cradled it in her arms like a baby, determined never to let it out of her sight again.

It was only then that she heard...

"Toddles? Tippin? What go'd on? Who hurt, who hurt?" Whisk in tow, she hurried over and spotted Tippin on the floor. "What Toddles do?" she cried hysterically at the baby. "Elves be in big trouble if they make too much noisy!"

Awww the bubbles were almost as good of dancers as Toddles was, ALMOST. Toddles must have been a dancer baby house elfsie in a past life, YEP! Continuing to swirl around and jump onto Schmoops nearby bed, Toddles would have missed Tippin's cry for help had it not been for his HUUUGE and too-bigsy-for-his body ears.

"Tippin, hush hush! You'll scare the bubbles." He continued to bounce.

Suddenly Tinka arrived and she was yelling at Toddles. "I didn't do anything Miss Tinka, Toddles swears. I was just dancing with the bubbles." His orb like eyes looked at the older elf, searching for her spatula thingy that she could use to pop his bubble friends.

Argyle entered the elvsies quarters, her large eyes taking in the scene before her, ears perked up. There were some of her fellow elvsies and lots of noise. Loud noise. "Tippin, Tinka, Toddles? Argyle is tired. Argyle can't sleep with all the yelling." And the bubbles? There were lots and lots of bubbles. "Argyle needs lots of sleep so Argyle can be ready to serve the studentsies!" She said seriously, orb eyes trained on the other elvsies.

Beezley stepped into the quarters. Her little elfish nose was covered in a bit of pink, and upon closer inspection, you might be able to see that it's icing, fresh from the pretty, pink cupcakes she made for the school chat just for fun.

She grinned at Argyle telling Tippin and Toddles to be quiet. Argyle didn't know Tippin and Toddles very well then. "Tippin and Toddles and Argyle and Beezley need sleep. Studentsies come soon," she reminded them. Ohh, studentsies. How Beezley sometimes loved them all yet got glad when they left for the summer. Studentsies make life busy for Beezley.

Tinka watched as more and more elvsies came in, all saying they needed sleep. "Tinka tired too. Elvsies clean this mess then go to sleep," she said, flailing her arms. "Toddles need warm milky to settle down for beddytime?"

Tippin scurried to his feet, after receiving no help from his fellow house elves. More were arriving, which meant that HUSH TIME was now. Before the big elfies came.

"Tippin survives from falling. Tippin tries to be a brave house elfie, he does."

A bounce came from the elf as studentsies were mentioned. STUDENTSIES. "Tippin is tired, too. Tippin will be baking COOKIES for the studentsies very soon. Studentsies will be happy with Tippin, they shall."

Instinctively, Tippin rushed over to the beds that Toddles had been jumping on, and began smooting out the sheets.

Pips stepped into the quarters. His mushroom shaped nose was ready for honking. The Kitchen was spiffy and clean. The ickle kiddies were going to be coming in soon and Pips would get to do what Pips did best; work.

He did his best to resist the urge to plug his ears at Toddles' squealing. Pips nervously stepped into quarters, hiccuping as he did. Pips always hiccuped when he was nervous. "Pips is here. Did Pips miss anything, did he?" Apparently so, for there was talk about.. studentsies?! "Studentsies come soon? Pips must please studentsies, he must."

After all, that was what Pips lived for.

Studentsies coming soon. Yep yep. And Hogwarts clean. Squeaky clean. Which meant studentsies happy. Which meant Nimma was happy. Cause Nimma LOVED the studentsies. Yep yep. After cleaning up the Ravenclaw common room, Nimma was sleepy. Sleepy sleepy sleepy. Nimma stepped into the quaters, ready to take care of the baby elf, Toddles. Yep yep. "Nimma has arrived." But the house elf frowned at the mess and bubbles. "Nimma has missed something?"

Nimma perked up at the mention of helping studentsies. "Nimma loves helping studentsies. Nimma loves studentsies."

Yes she did.

Old Hous Elves just didn't understand Toddles, they didn't. Nope.

Toddles stopped dancing for a few seconds to turn his big orb eyes towards his fellow elfsies who were coming into go to sleepsies. "Toddles has slept bunches today, honest!" his head flopped back and forth in a nodding gesture, which didn't keep his hand from swinging the magical bubble stick a few more times.

Then Miss Tinka was offering MILK! "Toddles does love milk...." The baby narrowed his eyes (or as best as an elf can do) at her but then made grabby hands, yes he wanted some!

Ooooh and Nimma was here. Nimma was like his mommy elf, yep Toddles like Nimma bunches. "Nimma you didn't miss anything. Tippin just was bad at dancing with the Bubbleses, Miss Tinka is making warm milk for Toddles and the rest are trying to sleep but I don't think it's sleep time is it?"

Beezley reached her little makeshift bed and fluffed up the pillow that was there. She fluffed it into a big ball of a pillow and then straightened out her covers. "Beezley is sleepy, Toddles," she said. "Beezley has a big day tomorrow, and so does Toddles. The studentsies come tomorrow, and elfsies must sleep now." Lots of cooking to do soon. Lots and lots and lots of cooking.

The studentsies were coming.. tomorrow? The months without studentsies had gone by quickly. "Studentsies come tomorrow?! Pips did not know that, he didn't. Are the elfsies prepared?" From now on, then, Toddles would have to be extra quiet as to not bother the studentsies. Today could be his night of practice. "Toddles must be extra quiet then, he must. Pips thinks Toddles mustn't bother studenties, he mustn't." They couldn't have the studentsies complaining to Headmistress about the elfsies. That would be bad.

"Pips thinks Beezley is right. Elfsies must sleep now. Studentsies are coming." With that, the elf chose a bunk, the one with the smoothest sheets, and settled down for sleep.

YyaaAAAAAaaaawwwwwnnnn.

Tinka opened her little elfsy eyes. Her little elfsy bed was oh so snuggly last night and she had curled up into a little elfsy ball for a good long sleep. But after four long hours, it was time to get working again!

"Elfsies be waking up now! Making studentsies breakfast time!"

"Breakfast time?? BREAKFAST TIME!" Schmoop hurried out of bed fast fast fast. Dreaming of cookies and fun things for studentses and ooooopsies, waking up not on time.

Schmoop's little feetsies hit the floor and he scurried. "Wake up wake up"

Breakfast time was too early for Beezley. Beezley liked sleep, but Beezley loved studentsies more. Beezley would wake up bright and early for the studentsies. The little elf stretched her arms, yawned, and then hopped out of bed. Pretty soon, she'd joined Tinka and Schmoop. "Beezley was having a dream," she said to them. "Beezley was dreaming about cotton candy and lollipops." Beezley had always wanted cotton candy and lollipops for as long as she could remember. Beezley had never had such nice things.

Pips was a sleeping elfsie Pipsy was. Pipsy was dreaming of doing a lot of cleeaning and making studentsies happy and honking his mushroom-shaped no-

Wakey?

Pips opened his eyesies to see Tinka, Schmoop and Beezley. He never got to honk his mushroom-shaped nose but he would get to because Pips would get to do what he liked to do best; tidy. Oh yes, Pipsy liked to clean and honk his nose, Pipsy does.

Pips yawned and got out of bed. "Elfsies will make the studentsies happy with their breakfast and Pips will help, Pips will." Pips nodded and walked after the others. "Pips was dreaming of making studentsies happy and honking his nose."

As well as keeping the school nice and clean and tidy and neat, Argyle liked very much to do the same with the House Elves's living quarters. She bustled around the area now, had already made up her own elf-sized bunk bed and now straightened up bundles of rags and other elfsie sleeping spaces.

Just as she was about to scurry off to the kitchen to do some work, Argyle's big elf eyes spotted something.

"Argyle has found her favourite scrubbing brush!" the elf squeaked excitedly, scooping it up and cradling it in her thin elf arms. "Argyle is very happy!" Her ears flapped excitedly as she held up the brush. Not since last night had she seen it. It was very good to have it back.

Tippin so happy, Tippin wants to playsss with other elfss.. "hello" Tippin says hello.

Tinka didn't really have dreams that didn't involve helping the studentsies or staff of the noble school of Hogwarts, so Tinka didn't understand what Beezley was talking about. "Beezley be careful or Headmistress thinking Beezley be ungrateful elf!" she squealed uncomfortably. "Beezley need good elfsy dreams like Pips."

Elfsies be waking up now to help Tinka make breakfast for all the studentsies. Tinka be happy for help. "Tinka be making egg scrambles today, so Tinka be using whisk-y whisk. Tinka be whisking hundreds of eggs!" The little elf's ears flapped with excitement.

Wakey time?

Elf streeeeeeeetch!

Nimma's eyes blinked open when it was time to wake up, just as Tinka said, and she sat up in her bunk bed after stretching and hopped down and scurried over to the cauldron by the fireplace to wake Toddles. Nimma smiled along the way at Argyle and her happy face over her brush. Nimma was happy when Argyle was happy!

"Toddles must wakes up now! Toddles and Nimma must go make breakfast for the studentsies!" Nimma looked after Toddles, yes she did, even after she had dreams that Toddles was causing mischief! A mischievous little elf, Toddles was!

Toddles sleepies yes Toddles was. Toddles feels movement yes Toddles does. Toddles rolls over and knows Nimma yes Toddles does. Toddles opens eyes and sees Nimma. Toddles happy elf. "Toddles tireds.." Toddles rolls backs overs and sleepies. Toddles not makes breakfast. No Toddles won't.

Ooohhhhh Toddles not be waking up! The little elfsy ears flapped back and forth and the little elfsy fingers were being wrung. "Toddles be bad elf! Toddles be waking up now and make breakfast for studentsies!" Tinka didn't want to have to beat him with her whisk, but she would!

Beezley didn't mean to sound like he didn't appreciate Headmistress. She hung her elfish head and looked sad. Oh, so very sad. "Beezley is bad elf for sounding ungrateful. Beezley does not deserve such fine things," she said. The elf wiped away a tear from her eyes. She felt terrible. Oh, so terrible about dreaming of things for herself. "Beezley loves Hogwarts. Beezley is happy to serve the studentsies and the Headmistress."

Beezley thought she should probably not eat lunch today to punish herself for wanting cotton candy and lollipops all for herself. "Beezley will help cook breakfast. Then Beezley will make sure all the food gets to the studentsies, and they get full. Beezley loves helping."