He paused only momentarily to look over Bart and Tobias, because if either of them was at all likely to drink their own potions, Professor Culloden would probably hold him responsible. Tobias probably wouldn't drink his, but Bart....Bart would probably drink his own and then move on to Toby's and Cutty's potions each in turn or perhaps, fantasy of fantasies, all at the same time? He was derriere-in-the-wind like that! Which Cutty liked. Maybe if they could figure out a way to get in there and out without Culloden really knowing or take their potions elsewhere to say, Hogsmeade, they could have a bit of experimental fun. Yes. Yes. This could work.

Clip-Clap! SNIP!

Cutty was never allowed to touch his mother's prized collection of classic and vintage brooms...with good reason, but he'd seen her do it a myriad of times. The boy was literally nothing if not for mimicry. Just like a myna bird. An evil little myna bird. So when Tobias smiled at him it was practically no work at all to return it, though he still wore a vague one from the initiation of their conversation. "Or several. The potions lab has always been empty every time I'm there." Except for when he'd met the Headboy. The broom laid across Cutty's lap and he held on to it's handle twirling it slowly and looking for other stray twigs, and uneven spots. Spotting still more disruptions to the system, he quickly moved to cut them down.



And then the conversation turned to flying and Cutty had to decide. Decide right there and then if he really wanted either Tobias or Bart to really know what kind of flyer he was. He froze, hand on the clippers which were likewise frozen on the ends of some gnarled twigs that had some how gotten twisted with one another on the tail of the broom he was holding. "I would, but I'm selling my broom."

Lies on top of lies on top of lies on top of lies. O_____O