The griffon slapped an aged wing across her beak, doing her best not to cackle this early in the day and wake up the entire staff. With tears running down her face, the old griffon let out a weary sigh before she stared fondly at a smirking Page Turner who was turning her porridge over with her spoon in her bowl. "Oh my dear, that was a priceless gem," the Matron said as she tried to settle her laughter. "Go ahead and eat your breakfast and tend to your actual chores."