Text Cut: Cutty a hero?
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SlytherinSistah 
Cutty slid on the seat once again as Bev sped up. He was just about to marvel at the actual speed of the Granian when he heard Bev say: Incoming, you guys!
He looked up ahead and not one, two or even three snowballs headed their way. It was a family of them. He knew there was a reason he kept Professor Culloden's fire-breathing potion on hand...except for now. Now he had no such thing. Cutty steadied the grip on his wand and fired off a rapid succession of fire spells. "Incendio! Incendio! Incendio!" Three balls of fire came bursting out of the tip of the boy's wand one after the other melting the family of snowballs save one. The stray snowball had melted down and was now a whirring marble of ice heading toward the driver. With only calculation and no thought of the risk should Beverly turn her head or even move in anyway abruptly, Cutty stabbed at the iceball with his wand, skewering the thing and preventing it from making contact with their driver.
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What. Just. Happened.
Wide-eyed, Beverly stared at Cutty's outstretched hand which gripped his wand, which had just moments ago pierced through an ice ball. Not a snowball, but an ICE BALL. Had she sat up, Beverly was a million percent sure she'd have got knocked out and off the winged horse and onto the frozen lake. Just for a few seconds she turned just enough to look at Cutty.
He saved her.
Then, just as soon a second realization hit her. With a mixture of wonder and surprise shock, she said, "You could have skewered my head!" What if she HAD sat up? She'd have gotten hit by an ice ball AND skewered by Cutty Mordaunt's wand.
Still...Bevelry Wayne was secretly a tiny bit thankful Cutty Mordaunt had stopped that ice ball before it got her. Turning back around, she snapped back to focus and steered the Granian to the left to dodge an Aethonan, then urged it to go straight, and faster.
She'd thank him later. Maybe. If she remembered. Probably won't. She needed food.