By the time Woopy spoke to her again, a good chunk of the students had left, bored now by the house elf being weird in their classroom. Many had other classes to attend and several just didn't care. It was the few that were still left that saw the elf fling himself at their professor. Only to fall flat on his face.

Ellie had stepped backwards as soon as he spoke, though she had now run up against a wall. She'd sidled sideways when he left the desk, in mid air, so he landed smack dab where she had been standing.

Then kindness kicked in and she stepped backwards, kneeling beside the elf. Just, you know, to make sure that he wasn't bleeding or dead. Gently touching his shoulder, Ellie peered down at him. "Are you okay?" she asked, her tone hesitant. What if he had died? Would she get in trouble?