Phineas could feel the headache setting in. Irritation was likely to make him start twitching soon if he didn't get the house elf out of his office. "They are not cursed, they're fragile. Do not throw them around so carelessly." Fortunately for him, the direct order was unlikely to be ignored.

"Not everything is cursed and frankly it's only to prevent other people from touching my things." Why was he explaining himself again? This was nonsense. "Hurry up would you, I have work to do." Phineas was not in the mood to suffer any more questions from the house elf at this point. He was already irked and had things to do and it was much easier to do them in silence.