Through her pokings and prodings, Cutty remained motionless. Nothing but the steady breaths and peaceful look of one who was sleeping. It was her cast that awoke him with an abrupt opening of the eyes. As he adjusted them to the light the figure of one, Beverly Wayne came into focus and his grip tightened quite intensely around the hilt of his wand. "Ow!" He hissed out impatiently, which was followed by a "Confundus!" toward the offensive little dolt gnawing on his foot. It seemed to have found the ankle where nothing but sock separated Cutty's skin from it's sharp little teeth.

"Watch where you're aiming that thing, Wayne." He said with something of a snarl. He was all butt-hurt or whatever. He got himself up and dusted himself off, then promptly turned into the Slytherin Ice Prince that most males of the house have buried deep (or not so deep) inside of them. He held out his forearm and used it to aim his wand at big kahuna gnome. "Petrificus Totalus!" Once taken under by his spell, Cutty moved over to the creature, lifted it by it's legs and spun with it in the air until he was sure the trajectory would be worth it. Sayonara, Sucker!