Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

Cutty made his way up towards the kitchens. He had picked this location because he knew from Charlie's owl that the boy had a keen sense of direction when it came to this part of the Castle. Not like the Portraits would do, with their prying eyes and unsolicited comments, and of course the fire might melt the unprotected chocolate. The owlery was out too, as Cutty feared being harassed by an owl and that some of the goods might be likely to get snatched up by a hungry and less-oft used owl. The kitchens were the perfect place!


The boy looked severe given who he was. His hair was combed. His hands and face washed and cleaned and his house-coloured silver and green tie was tied neatly around a clean and pressed shirt. Cutty's school back was filled to near busting not with school books or parchment or quills, but his sweet stash which he was totally serious about selling.