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Originally Posted by
SlytherinSistah 
It was such a very good thing that Cutty was all potioned up this year and taking Healer prescribed doses of an impulse control potion, because it was enabling him to control himself. Stop himself from Accio'ing the gnome from Beverly and getting all territorial about them. Nor! Nor, Beverly Wayne! Those are MY gnomes! I KO'ed 'em.
Cutty watched as she assumed his gnomes. Just took them. Plucked them up from the ground as if they were ugly, ugly berries and tossed them into oblivion. That was telling somehow. Bev was that kind of girl. Boys did things for her, didn't they? And she didn't think he would? Else why would she have made him swear an oath to do her one? Interesting.
He calmed himself and still keeping an eye on her held out his foot to cease the momentum of yet another attacker which bit ferociously at the bottom of his shoe. "Well, whatever happened to taking aim?" He fired his wand at another nearby gnome. "Stupefy!". Which was followed by a, "Rictusempra!" fired at the one working on his shoe soles.
Would Wayne take over that one as well?
Glancing at him with gleaming eyes of amusement, she couldn't help the next smirk that lifted the corner of her mouth. He had not reacted to her taking one of his gnomes. Now, did this mean that Cutty Mordaunt didn't mind sharing with her? They were housemates, so he shouldn't.
Oh. That was a good one. Pulling her braid forward over her shoulder to make sure it was still in tact, she squinted at him. "Whatever happened to sharp senses?" They were known for self-preservation. Senses SHOULD be as sharp as a needle, no?
Eyeing him some, and the gnome he just shot at, Beverly tossed her hair behind her shoulder, and kicked at a potato-head she had spied in the bushes - ignoring Cutty's as if it wasn't worth it. Unfortunately, the thing decided to come back at her. She raised her wand.
"
Stupefy!"