*POP*
Tinka arrived on the first floor, arms flailing and all flustered. She was immediately met by an irate portrait of a Knight who insisted on shouting at her. "It's about time you came and straightened me up! I've been wonky for the last day or two! You lot need to pull your fingers out, the service around her is terrible lately. What on earth have you all been doing?! Humph!"
Bowing and nodding her head, much like a muggle dog toy in the back of a car, Tinka squeaked every time he piped up and carried on speaking. "Tinka is sorry, Sir. Very sorry. Tinka and the other elves are busy, sir. We're....we're....NO! Can't say." She slapped herself on top of the head, then pulled at her ears a few times. Must punish for nearly telling. "....JUST GET ON WITH IT!"
Jumping slightly at the next outburst from the portrait, Tinka nodded and rushed forward to straighten the frame. "Sorry, sir. Must go!" *POP*
And she was gone again.
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