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Cutty hated Christmas.
Beverly had been so wrapped up in herself that she'd failed to notice the manner in which he had entered the Great Hall, but his actions and words were enough to let her know that he wasn't a fan of Christmas before he even said it. It pleased her in a way that he, of all people, shared that with her.
"That's sick," she said, in a tone which indicated she thought it was cool the way he just obliterated the cookie. Approved. Beverly brandished her wand. "Incendio!"A gingerbread man's head burst into flames, leaving behind a tiny pile of ashes. "That's better," she mused, twirling her wand between her fingers. Then side glancing at Cutty, she poked another gingerbread man. "What's your story? Why do you hate Christmas?"
Normally she wouldn't pry into others business, but this was Cutty Mordaunt and he was intriguing at times, and it made her curious. Even if after the common room thing where, if she was being honest, she would have punched him if she hadn't been taken by surprise.
Whoa. Look at Bevie go!
Cutty picked up a nearby gingerbread man and expressionlessly held him over Beverly's Incendio spell until his head was alight as well. His face, though was soon screwed up in an expression of thought whilst he considered the question.
Why did he hate Christmas?
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I dunno." He said with a shrug. "
It's just sort of annoying, I guess." Came his typical boy answer. It wasn't as though he didn't have some pleasant Christmas memories. Like that time
his mum polyjuiced as him and they ran about all day joshing with people. Cutty extinguished the flaming head of the gingerbread man in a glass of milk. "
What about yew? Are yew a big fan or something?"