After confronting Godric about him thieving ways, Helga was in a good mood. The thief had been caught, the mystery had been solved and though she would probably allow him to continue sneaking pastries out of the kitchen as he pleased (who is she to deny that giant of a man some food), the whole act relaxed her, washing away the frustrations of the day.
So imagine her surprise when she sees a flash of blue in the crowd, not any blue, not ravenclaw blue, but the magical blue from one of her spells. It seems that Godric has a culprit, or maybe her secret stash isn’t as secret as she thought it was.
“Miss Altieri,” grinning from ear to ear, Helga approaches the woman, “I see you are very fond of my cookies.” since they were the only two people in the corridor, Helga let the enchantment slip away, so Eleonora could see the blue stains as well. Grabbing one of her hands, Helga delicately flipped it around, giggling softly at the weird patterned stains. “Did you enjoy them at least?”