His intention was to sprawl out on the sofa, but a surprising amount of weakness and the heat from the fever stopped him short and made the 6th year boy coil up instead over by the snake. He looked in on Rumple and noted the snake noticing him. Also the new shedding. Caleb and Beverly needed to get on that. It shone a bit iridescently in the light of his heat lamp and made him think of Daisy, Eden's brightly coloured corn snake. Did she bring her with her this school term? Better yet, did she bring Drago?

He watched the snake watching him and neither hardly moved, until Cutty let out a miserable sounding moan and turned on his side away from the snake.

Agatha was still not 100% sure about Slytherin's new pet snake. She didn't think that type of animal was the most attractive of them all, but at least it wasn't annoying and it represented their house and yadda yadda.

The whole point of her being there right now was not the actually snake, however. The ballerina had figured out her cat had a particular interest in snakes and since Lady was missing from her room, she supposed her own pet would be near that snake. Whatever its name was.

The sixth year slowed down her pace when she saw Cutty watching the snake and vice-versa. She watched the two of them for a few seconds, until her housemate made a silly sound and turned away from the snake. Without saying a word, she started walking around the area, checking behind and underneath the furniture, huffing and mumbling something about Lady not bringing her a dead mouse if she knew what was good for her and not really caring whether she was disturbing Cutty.

"If yer lookin' fer your humanity you're not likely to find it here or anywhere else because it, like Quibbler supported heliopath, it is non-existent." Or as normal human beings would say Hello, Agatha Hapgood. And just that little greeting alone managed to make Cutty feel better by at least 10% margin.

He turned over onto his back, stretched his legs out and smiled at the newfound company. His smug expression layed out onto his even paler face, whilst his hair remained day-worn. Overall, in his dressing gown, he looked sick and feverish. "Why don't you accio it?" Whatever it was she was looking for. He knew why she didn't, but he wanted her to use her magic. Agatha Hapgood still had value to him.

Agatha was now kneeling down and basically had her head under a sofa when Cutty 'greeted' her. Narrowing her eyes, the girl lifted her head and glared at him. If only she had fully understood what he said, she would've probably be really mad. Although she hadn't understood him completely, she knew what he meant by her humanity not being existent. "Rude." She said shortly, not being fully bothered by it because he was Cutty after all. Agatha was used to him being a tad weird. She flipped her hair to show she was NOT BOTHERED and got up.

The ballerina took a good look at him from where she was. He was lying there and she was standing, which made her feel quite superior and she liked it. Her perfect posture helped even more and she blatantly ignored his next question. "You look disgusting." She said, making a face. That might or might not be her way of asking what was wrong with him. Probably not. It was a fact. He looked disgustingly sick.

Cutty took that 'Rude' as her returned greeting and considered the work of formalities between them done for the day. Efficiency, friends. Efficiency. Her hair flipped and the glint from the greenish lights above caught and warped in the movement. Agatha Hapgood was feeling rather good about herself right now and by that he meant she wasn't. Cutty never could fully buy the hoity-toity act. In fact, he thought he had evidence toward the contrary.

A small laugh. Only the muted first note of a chuckle barely escaping his mouth before he spoke again. "It's because I'm sick. Andrews put something in her potion or didn't store it at the right temperature or something." He leaned his head against the snake cage sleepily. "Dance for me, Happygoody."

He was sick. She could see that, he looked gross. "And you took a Potion made by a... what is she, a first year?" Agatha knew Andrews was older than that, but still, what a stupid idea that had been, Cutty. "I thought you knew better than that." Tsk, tsk, shame on you, Mordaunt.

...

"What?" Agatha asked, a mix of amusement and extreme annoyance in her tone. What did he think she was, to entertain him like that whenever he wanted? "What do I get for that?" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. It was a genuine question, since she was not a slave, thank you very much. But she was interested in what he could offer. Maybe. Didn't he have the contact of some winged-horses owners? Oh yes, Agatha Hapgood was thinking of high prices, alright. Her dancing was THAT valuable.

"Brook's a third year, Agatha." He said putting his head back and shutting his eyes for a moment as a wave of discomfort swept over. Thirteen was plenty old enough to start killin'.


His head shot up when she asked what she got for her...services. He looked at her for a moment to see if there was any clue as to her wants. Did she want another tutoring lesson? It couldn't have felt too good for his bully girl in a china shop to have seen all those gusts of ethereal winds in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was never one for sweets. Favours, though. That he could see her asking for. The dark-haired Mordaunt boy put his head back once more and indulgently, almost lovingly stated his answer to her question. "Whatever Bibi wants." Nothing was off the table. Queen Jane had his Machiavellian tendencies at her disposal.

"Still. You should know better." Agatha took another good look at Cutty as he closed his eyes. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if you were enjoying this." She added, finally sitting down across from him. Lady was probably going to show up near the Slytherin pet snake sooner or later.

The sixth year stared back at Cutty as he seemed to study her. Her arms were still crossed, but her eyebrow was no longer raised. Instead, she waited with her normal, solemn expression and flipped her hair when he finally spoke up. "First, don't call me that. Second, you need to help me get a winged-horse by this summer." A favour? A condition? Well, he did say 'whatever' and that most certainly fell into that category.

She knew there was no way to document his agreement if he did say he'd help her, but she was willing to take his word for it. Agatha could always use other means to remind him of it anyway. "I'll let you pick the type of dance you want." IF he agreed to help her. Obviously he should say 'ballet', but Agatha was feeling nice - only if he agreed to do it - so she would let him choose out of the enourmous variety of styles she knew. She was brilliant at all of them, of course.

Hair. FLIP.

Cutty Mordaunt didn't do sick days, though the suggestion of him enjoying them was inspiring enough. Maybe he was coming at it all wrong trying to be well on his own. Maybe he should've been dramatically moaning and draping himself all over the common room furniture and calling for his ex and Goosey to come and take care of him. He could milk this for all it was worth, extensions on homework and all.

"I think that can be arranged." The only challenge would be in securing a loan. And it was sort an investment, wasn't it? And besides, if Agatha couldn't pay by traditional means it just gave him room to be creative with it. But all fine print. Very fine print at this point.

"Dance for me a baladi." He put his hand up and snapped his fingers on the Tek of the rhythm he was producing with his hands. Doum, Doum, tekka-Tek, Doum, teka-Tek.

Homework was done. Studying, she did that. Even Chomper was fed and...somewhere in her dorm. It had been quite a dull day. No fights. No arguments. No duels.

Terribly boring.

Tearing herself from her usual sofa in the common room, Beverly decided there was bonding time to be spent with Rumplesnakeskin. Being one of the three Slytherins with the privilege to take the snake from it's habitat, Beverly gently reached inside, allowing the snake to recognize her before carefully picking it up. She liked the way its scales felt around her arm.

"I still can't believe they named you Rumplesnakeskin." She held its face up at level with her eyes. Merlin. It was so beautiful. "I'm just going to go with Rumple. Even if it reminds me of my cousin's pig."

Because yes. Her cousin owned a pig named Rumpelstiltskin. Her relatives were an odd bunch.

Toddles here for sick studenties. Yes Toddles was. Toddles comes to help and gives studenties soups. Toddles moves little feets and calls out to master. "Master Cutty. Toddles comes with soups. Yes Toddles does. Toddles likes to helps studenties." Toddles holds tray to Master and sees if he likeys.