Cutty had to consider on the subject of food stuffs and he froze for a brief second trying to remember if he'd packed anything from his inventory. Normally, he liked to carry a little on his person at all times, as one never knew just when the opportunity for a sale would occur. Not to mention the opportunities for upping a tea blend of your own invention or saving the dangerously low blood sugar levels of a prefect. In this case, though the third year hadn't replaced the jelly slugs he was thinking about taking with him when he packed his bag for Herbology. They were sitting under the bed and he felt a twinge of panic upon realizing this. What if Angeal found them and just helped himself leaving Cutty out of sickles worth of profit?

Cutty knew where he slept. He dug out his slowly-starting-to-fit dragonhide gloves and pulled them onto his hands. His eagerness at the class piqued, because maybe Bentley was going to commit murder again with her plants. He recalled what Caleb had mentioned about the ghost accusing Bentley of murder, HER murder, last year.


They were all going to die.


Or some of them were. Cutty was going to attach himself to someone weak and use that person as Orpheus used biscuits on Cerberus in order to save his own life. Disaster avoided!