Quite the contrary to what some of his peers and classmates may have been feeling, Cutty Mordaunt was delighted to be snowed in. Why? Well, because necessity (mother of all creation) lead to demand and demand was a perfect opportunity for wealth. He was well and truly stocked for the school year on sweets foreign and domestic and that, he thought, meant that he could literally charge whatever he pleased for them.

The only unfortunate thing in this entire matter was that he'd soon be out of shrivelfig and potions ingredients. That meant that his height would soon be his natural height, which was too large for his robes. Or too small. His mother had sent him some robes by owl before it had become so frigidly cold, but they had been too large. She probably thought he'd grow into them. At present he swam in them.

He opened up the case and used a sticking charm to affix his advertisement to the student bulletin board. Let the people know sweets were just a few sickles away and that he also offered financing options. He stood back to admire his work before heading off to brew one last batch of shrinking potion.