"COoooomin' through!" Not that Cutty Mordaunt was that big. He was only thirteen. But then neither was the black mamba. Both required space for sake of one's central nervous system.

Some kid had brought his dadd-o with him. Heh. Cutty took in the sight as he passed them by. The boy was lookin' kinda good. Kinda. But he wasn't Cutty's type. He did survey the boy's age though. Somewhere a bit older than he himself was. That could be useful. It was Theodore Kinsley's last year at Hogwarts.

The Liver-wyvern slithered through and headed straight for his house table not paying much more mind to the boy and his dad.