26. Morsmordre

Simon had been daydreaming about solving cases when he heard the door to the Slytherin Boys Dormitory enter. He looked down at his textbook. "Wotcha up to Simon?" said an oh-so-familiar voice. The Snake bit his lip as a shiver went down his back. He knew that voice so well. It was Cutty Mordaunt. Cutty was a complex kettle of fish. Simon didn't know where he stood with Cutty. They had been friends once during their third year, but something happened mid-way during the year and the boys grew apart. Simon didn't know why. It always bugged him that he didn't know why or how they had fallen apart as friends. Perhaps it was because he became closer to Cutty's cousin, Ethan. Or perhaps it was because of the resemblance that Simon to Tobias Tempus. The Australian boy had heard that Tobias and Cutty had been very close as well.

Simon glanced up from his textbook to gaze at Cutty. Merlin, the other Mordaunt had grown taller. "Reading the Herbology chapters to ready myself for OWLS. How are you?"

"Well enough... Werking on some more potions. Want to try one?"

Cutty was always up to no good.