Tippin gave a little squeak of worry with his big floppy ears covering his eyes while he continued to look as small as possible on the floor, only to hear Algamus’s grumbling about Professorsies Leroy.

“Oh noesies… not the black-and-whities again!” Tippin flailed his arms at the memory, nearly slipping on a slick of soap as he hurried toward the nearest unruly washer. “Tippin is helpings! Tippin is knockings back the machine-box-beasties!”

And with a determined stomp of his foot and a wild swing of his spindly arms, Tippin unleashed a burst of house elf magic. Tippin's was not elegant like Algamus’, but hopefully enough to make the closest washing machine let out a sputter and ka-THUMP back.

“Studentsies! Listen to Mister Algamus!” he cried, pointing his finger dramatically. “Use your wandsies! Knockbacksies or run-for-your-livesies!”

He shuffled quickly to Quirly’s side, planting himself between her and the nearest rogue machine or projectile laundry while her eyes were still spinning like tops. At the same time, Tippin flailed his arms in dramatic sweeps, ushering fleeing students toward the exit with all the urgency of a panicked Hogwarts Express conductor trying to herd a swarm of Cornish Pixies off Platform Nine and Three-Quarters before departure.