Cutty turned from the walk way into the compartment to see some tiny body blocking the entrance like a dummkopf. He felt like pushing her out of the way...possibly out of the window. Alack, they were not in motion! Instead a tolerant smile manifested and his wand was jabbing at her back and either she'd move or it would go right through her as he passed to take a seat.




Merlin! When did Caleb get so tall!? Like a pair of legs had grown up and created a head at the top of 'em! What are you eating, Caleb Newell??! "Hey, Newell. 'Bout time they gave us that cure, eh? I thought we've be leaving as old folks." And that wouldn't have bothered Cutty too much, really. He could've opened up his own vault if he just borrowed some old man's wand. "Beans." He greeted the critter perched upon the shoulder of his once and future dorm mate, whilst still continuing to ignore Hope Evans, who he knew more about than he cared to share at the moment.