Wearing a sort of blank smile, Cutty snapped along with the Professor as she drew out the proud moments from some of the students. It made him glad his wasn't chosen. Some people might be able to guess what he meant. Part of the fun, but nonetheless he was glad to have his privacy at the moment. Typical Slyth.

There were so many house-elves scurrying about and one of them was hiccupping. Cutty guessed if any of them knew of any ways to spruce up his cup of hot chocolate Pips would be the one. Bless his...her? Cutty never really could tell the difference...subservient heart. He took a sip of his hot chocolate then put it down never to be brought to his mouth again. It was tasty. Smooth, rich, creamy, warm. Everything a quintessential and even superb hot cocoa should be, but he had long been over sweets in all their various forms. Occupational hazard.

Professor Morgan...Cassie was then asking them a question. And it was one of those I'm testing you kind of questions. His well-mittened up hand floated toward the atmosphere and he gave this response, "Western Astrology, Professor. All twelve of the Western zodiac signs and even got a bit deeper than that." But let someone else fill in the detail.