The little Slytherin boy opened up his book again and stuck a quill in the middle like a book mark. He eyed the potion that his he's-out-there-somewhere-bestmate, Benzi Rider had pursued last term. It would do.
Cutty's thin little body moved a little forward with the pats given upon his back by the Headboy, to whom he smiled up at wearing some kinda
I know I can trust you cause you are older like a big brother smile. Then he stood up to go and fetch his ingredients, taking his wand with him for the sake of practicing his charms. "
I'm afraid I'm just not too good of a flyer myself." The bottles clinked and chinked as he grabbed them each in turn. "
Besides, then I would have to go up against you and I couldn't do that." Normally detailed Cutty forgot to examine, too, what sort of relationship it would build with the cat-eyed Slytherin Captain, about whom he tended to be neutral. When his arms were full of bottles from this apparently complex potion, he used his wand to levitate the rest.
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No." He said adorning the simple answer with a shaking of the head. "
We're just...well, I'd like us to be friends." He wanted to make sure that was out there first before he went on to explain. "
Oh, there was this older girl, Genie." But he refrained from saying the fictitious name because of the reaction it caused in the girl and he wasn't going to send his best goon out there unprepared. "
And she got into a row with Caleb." He went on, omitting the fact that Genie had punched him in the face. "
And Sophie sort of jumped in. But Healer Tillstrom was there in a green dress and she broke it up with her muscles." And not her wand. She was a brute and Cutty liked that about her. He wanted to see her fight someone. Probably the Headmistress. Headmistress Truebridge would probably beat her like a bludger, though. That's where Cutty would put his money.
Back at his seat, Cutty began to go through his ingredients. "
Yeah, m'moom packs all that stuff for me." Though, Cutty didn't always like the process of bathing. It made his skin feel weird and took too much time. He filled his cauldron with the water portion of the potion and nodded at Alec's last words. "
I think I do and I feel bad for her, honest. It isn't her fault. Poor thing was struck with me the moment she and I met at the opening feast last year. We were first years." In case Alec didn't know.