No matter? Of course it mattered. Sybille already missed baking and she'd hardly been here a week. What was another week and another one after that. She missed the smell of baking cookies and the feel of bread dough in her hands.

At the girl's suggestion that she wouldn't even miss her own baking Sybille's eyes grew wide and she stared at the girl. She wouldn't miss her baking to eat, she knew that, but she'd miss the act of baking. If only she might be able to find a house elf and have them teach her what they knew, she was sure her baking would only taste better.

"Is there somewhere I can find the house elves?" She asked before she could stop herself. That probably wasn't a polite question.