Oh good. The other half wasn't around. That meant free seating near the Potioneer's daughter. That's you, Sophie Newell! Wearing that ...ugh! UGH!...snotty, haughty little face that he sometimes often did, Cutty took a seat beside the she-twin. He looked her up and down in his subtly shrinking robes. No, no, his robes weren't shrinking, he was growing. WTH?!

He seemed unperturbed by it as he had other things on his mind. How was he going to say it? WHEN was he going to say it?

He began to study his own hands and finding them too dirty for potions class, he took out his wand and cleansed them one by one. He held one of them out and refocused his sight to the image behind it. Was that Cosgrach Culloden lifting an automobile and ...?!


It was.


Oh, this was gonna be goooooood.