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Agatha was still busy being frustrated and pretending not to be - she was clearly failing at that too - when that little Gryffindor girl spoke to her again. "I've always been okay." Go AWAY. The third year shot her a hard stare that only lasted two seconds, then she turned away herself. Agatha Hapgood didn't need any help from a first year... who... had already done the spell right.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Resisting the temptation to headbutt her tree was SO HARD, but the idea momentarily left her mind when Cutty gave her a... flower? Weed? A dandelion. What? Why? Was that his way to try and make her feel better? She would rather him doing the spell on her tree for her.
She looked confused, but then realised what his intention was. Professor Bentley might have mentioned something about them practising in other things or something. Hm. Practise. Whatever. She didn't even remember the spell anymore. URGH. "Parvous Minori Mininus."
WHY WAS THAT KID SINGING?? It was making her headache worse and UGH she wanted to go back to the Common Room now. Shooting glares at pretty much everyone - except Cutty - Agatha would try the spell on the dandelion then. It was irrevesible so that was bad news. She did three small anti-clockwise circles with her wand while saying "Parvous Minori Muninums." The yellow part of the dandelion started shrinking, widening Agatha's eyes, but it soon popped and all that was left in her hand was the stem.
...
She was done with this lesson. D-o-n-e. But her tree was still massive. Soon enough, it would be the only big-tree there and that was going to be horrible. She was ready to leave the lesson now before people found out it was her tree.
Well, desperate times called for desperate measures. With the stem still in her hand, the Slytherin went over to where Cutty had just shrunk his tree and looked at his Bonsai before staring at him. "Cast the spell on my tree? I'll give you money."
Agatha's soft little girls voice carried like music to Cutty's ears for the words it had formed. He had missed her attempt at shrinking or...popping the dandelion. Were this any other Slytherin who hadn't had the cleverness to suggest payment for
misdeeds, Cutty would've manipulated them into doing it themselves via relentless tauntings or perhaps some other less harmless method. But here she was. Happygoody, absent her usual dancerly posture and crow decorated hair, offering up exchange.
He would entertain this.
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How mooch?" He asked inquiring over the price of such a favour.