Charlie smiled at his piece of parchment in front of him. His hands were poorly bandaged with plasters, to hide the beak marks and cuts. Hopefully Cutty wouldn't notice. His pocket jangled with coins as he left the Common Room. The barrels. They were like right there.

He smiled when he saw his messy companion. But he wasn't messy. He looked all clean. All Un-Cutty-ish. That wasn't normal.

"Cutt-" he stopped mid Cutty as he noticed a girl with him. Was that his girlfriend? Did Cutty even have girlfriends? What was a girlfriend? He stood there for a moment hoping Cutty would notice him and send the girl on his way.