These walksies were no good for Algie. If he'd had a broom, then it'd be different. But no broomses and no cleaning, just walking, he felt he was letting down all elvsies.

Prefectses and their meeting. Algie was muttering about that ALL the way from the kitchens. Not pleased, Algamus was. Forever loyal to Headmasters, always at his service, though. At the studentsies' service too.

No popping. He walked. He entered through portraitses.

POOF!

All the lights in the Common Room went off, except the one fire by the fireplace and the lights coming from the corridor outside. Where Algamus now stood. Every student in the Common Room must be able to notice the little green House-Elf that was standing in front of them.

"Studentsies" they be seeing him. Algamus' eyes widened in the sights of THAT one studentsie that had murdered his knives and mades sandwiches. He had touch the shinys! BAD studentsie. BAD Algie! BAD Algie, for thinking bad of studentsie!

Broomses. Where was his brooms?