The band of house elves, now numbering more than a dozen, arrived in the office of the international magical office of law, squeaking and chatting excitedly amongst themselves. One was using magic to transport an apparently petrified teenaged girl, while two others were holding the hands of two other children, who were in tears and seemed quite upset.

"We is doing more mischiefing in here! " Bailey squeaked happily. "Bailey is making them sorry they is not giving house elfs respecting!" He waved his hand and started a storm of office supplies. Filing cabinets opened up and regurgitated their contents; quills went flying like darts, sticking into walls. Inkwells exploded, spraying their contents like small fountains on desks in the cubicles. Wastebaskets levitated to the ceiling, then overturned and spilled their ingredients out, dropping wadded up bits of paper like snow onto the floor.

On the wall, Tubby added her own touch, a bit of magical graffiti. It read:

Another house elf, determined to be a part of the glorious rebellion, waved his hand. Down the hall, it began to snow, turning the corridors and cubicles into a winter wonderland.

The other house elves looked at each other, giggling and well pleased with the mischief that was being caused.