The house elves in the kitchen had been quite kind when Sloane, Calla, and herself had found them. This house elf was anything but. Sisse stubbornly stared at him through his scolding as she might an elder scolding her. But he really wasn't being awfully fair. Her pout deepened and her face grew redder. "I really am sorry." She tried again. "I didn't mean to create more work for you." Really she hadn't, truthfully.

The house elf just kept glaring at her from his position hanging on to the picture frame and then in a blink of an eye he was right in front of her. Was it really necessary to yell? She was sure he could be heard floors below them. But she listened. After all he worked for the school and that afforded him a position of respect in her eyes, no matter how horrible he was. Moments later she smelled... soap? Sisse opened her eyes to find all traces of potion now gone. "Oh." She almost smiled, "Thank you. "

The house elf kept yelling but this time he didn't seem to be insulting her. "I won't. " She promised. She started on her way up the stairs but paused after only a step and turned back around to look at the house elf. "Do you need help " She really did feel bad and she figured it due punishment for having been the one mess them up in the first place. But it didn't mean she liked the horrible little elf any better, but maybe if someone were nice to him he'd be nice too.