Was there a more clever, cunning or sneaky Professor than Cosgrach Culloden? Cutty felt like his tiny and deficient heart might burst for the man as he'd given him at least four years worth of useful confessions. And they hadn't even hit the half-way mark for the potion they were brewing yet. The man was a genius. I mean there he was, laying out credit for whomsoever confessed his or her ideas on what constituted as manipulation and ways in which it might be achieved according to his or her own imagination. Brilliant.

He took a moment, a frail-looking smile upon his face, to write down the ingredients to the potion and before systematically beginning the scourgification of the following items: 2 stirring sticks, a cauldron, the grater, a bowl, and his mortar and pestle as well as a cutting knife. He left his items alone, but not unattended as he fetched the unicorn horn. He'd never held one of them before and took a moment to note what he thought of as a glass-like feeling. Almost like a tooth. It must've been a gush of silver to see two of these creatures duke it out in the wild.

It was kind of a loud substance to grate as it made a little Zhizza-Zhizza-Zhizza-Zizz sound when Cutty dragged it across the grater, which he'd positioned below the bowl.