And then Fuller was asking them to get up to get down. Cutty found himself randomly wondering why Fuller wasn't more...persuasive...like Bellaire. He liked Charms and found them extremely useful, but it was dead center on his gradient of favourites to disliked classes at Hogwarts. He didn't think Fuller a bad teacher at all, either, but there were times where it wasn't challenging enough to him. Maybe this time would prove different though. Collective effort and all and Cutty knew he preferred to work alone.

The small snake, who seemed to not have grown an inch since last year found an unoccupied spot of wall and stood before it, wand in hand. Whipping the instrument of magic in an infinity symbol he uttered the charm's incantation. "Caelum Saepio."

He leaned his head forward and that's when he'd seen it. The small, wiff of fog that happens when the charm is casted properly. He wondered what would happen if they were all casting on a very large area of the castle. Would they just be engulfed at that point? The he-snake was considering ways in which such a distraction, such a puff of smoke slight of eye distraction might be useful for future winters and getting-away-withs.