Cutty was in a good mood now and he let the 2 whole galleons jingle away in his pockets as he approached the turnstile, though he'd held them steady on his way up from his common room so as not to attract anyone who might want to take them. This was going to be epic and he was expecting a lot from the match.

He let the galleons drop into the turnstile receiver and walked through, bundled to breakfast.