With a loud POP! Nimma appeared in the center of the Gryffindor common room. The tray in her hands shook nervously, spilling a little bit of pumpkin juice over the tops of the cups. So many Masterses and Mistresses! Nimma didn't want to mess up. Nimma was a good elf, she was.

Nimma would do a good job serving Masterses and Mistresses! She stood up straighter and made her way to the nearest group of studentses. "Masterses and Mistresses like pumpkin juice?"