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Argyle 
Dinner was over but the day of a House Elf wasn’t done. Cleaning…cleaning…cleaning. And preparing for the coming morning. Argyle was flittering around the warm kitchen, its fires still going albeit lower as the day wore into evening. The soft sounds of movement could be heard as the elf cleaned. The house-elf’s large ears caught the familiar sound of the painting opening marking the arrival of more human companionship. Argyle was used to studentes coming and going at all times and places.
An older female studentses was revealed once the coat was off and Argyle shuffled up to her. “Mistress…?” Argyle remarked with head tilted, looking up with wide friendly eyes. “Mistress need anything from Argyle?”
Lost in her own thoughts, Felicity jumped slightly as she heard a voice in her vicinity, but quickly recovered, looking down on the elf with a slight blush.
Argyle she mentally reminded herself, thanking Merlin that the elves had a habit of referring to themselves in the third person: not the best with names, she would be
so embarrassed if she'd ever gotten them wrong.
But, back to the present. And the house elf, who wouldn't be getting any of Felicity's negativity. "I'm -" she started to say fine, but realised she couldn't, and so with a wobbly smile she changed tack. "- hungry." And Argyle wouldn't mind helping her, right?