Timidly, the girl apologised and Woopy couldn't help but glare at her. His eyes squinted until they were practically shut and he folded his arms. Of course she didn't mean to! Why would anyone mean to get potion all over themselves!?

Woopy had to admit, though, that her reasoning for running kind of made sense. Woopy would want to clean himself too if he was a lowly wizard that had no idea how magic worked! But he did and that's why he was now dry and she was still wet.

"Woopy don't care! You get potion everywhere and now I have to clean. Woopy was almost shouting at this point and he didn't even notice the painting glaring toward him.

"Close your eyes!" Woopy demanded and though he wasn't happy - was he ever? - about having to clean more than usual, it was his job and he was loyal to the castle, if nothing else.

Once she'd closed her eyes, Woopy snapped his fingers and the potion began to dry out, leaving behind a faint soapy aroma.

"Okay now Woopy has cleaned you. Stop making mess now!" The house elf hadn't gotten any quieter.