"Dude, I never like Flickswitches. They were always-" Before Jon could finish his sentence, the tell-tale sound of an appearing house elf interrupted him. Eyebrows raised, Jon could only watch as it lifted a bright pink cupcake at Shane. It was nearly the size of the camera in Shane's hands.
"Mister Shane, sir, Tilly has a cupcake for you. Mister Brendon wouldn't let Tilly decorate it though. Did it himself, he did."
The elf knocked her head against the brick of the fountain a couple of times, making Jon wince. He still wasn't used to the house elves and their constant self-flagellation.