Cutty carefully notes the social divisions created by the kerfuffle for later use and proceeded with his potions brewing. Where was he? Wand use would be involved. Right. The Slytherin made sure he kept that handy by removing it from his robes pocket and placing it beside his cauldron.

He shifted the contents of the catch bowl lightly once more noting the look of grated unicorn horn the sheeny way he caught the light. Casually, the boy tilted the bowl and watched as the substance fell in like heavy sugar with a liquidy swooping noise. He placed the bowl down to the left side of his cauldron and lifted his wand. Holding the aspen instrument above his cauldron, Cutty drew an arrow making sure the pointing end was facing toward the right.

He found it interesting the reasons why.


The potion reacted on it's own time, gradually lightening until it looked a shade of parchment, then tusk, egg, and eventually a sort of phosphorescent craft glue. That seemed to Cutty bright enough and after a careful sniffing and poking of the glumbumble parts they soon followed the unicorn horn before them. Cutty put down his wand in favour of taking a wood stirrer to the potion one, two, three, four, five times in a clockwise motion.