The presence of his Head of House reminded Cutty of just why he'd come down to the common room. The steam coming off of ...was that hot chocolate, still very visible despite the warmth. Had it not been for the water, it might have maintained a fairly normal temperature, but they were at the whim of that enormous dark body. Wand in hand, he moved over to the glass separating their room from the lake and moved it into a figure eight as Culloden and Whitty spoke to one another. "Caelum Saepio!" And in a peculiar manner he leaned against the glass and watched for the steam. The tiny hint of vapour that indicated a job well done.

It would be rude not to take any hot chocolate or cookies, but these were hardly currency to Cutty Mordaunt. He was one of those children to whom currency was currency. And the years of buying and selling sweets made them less appealing to him as an occupational hazard of sorts. But he took one of each. She'd gone through the trouble to bring them and the cookie was warm, so possibly make them. "Shoukran, Healer Tillstorm. Thanks very mooch!" So formal.

Did Healer Tillstorm know how to cook? He guessed she must've been good at it if she was good potions and whatever Professor Hadley said, baking was a lot like potions with only a few marked differences. There again, he found cooking tedious and he was good at potions. He let his thoughts whirl and formulate and would eventually ask her about her career choice.

"Healer Tillstorm? What otheh subjects at skewl were yew good at that made it possible f'yer to becoom a healer?" He asked curiously in his Northern accent, already considering that the hot cocoa and cookies were not ordinary, but rather the opposite though he had yet to take a bite. He could listen and explore his potion at the same time.






He rejoined Whitty, the Head boy and Professor Culloden and sat upon the very spot on which he'd carved the dead kneazle on the underside of the table at the beginning of term. He didn't even look nervous, though perhaps he wasn't thinking of it. So they were meant to guess what the potion was, were they? Alright.

Cutty uncorked his and watched for vapours. Nothing. He then brought the bottle up to his nose and took a smell. Something attractive. Almost downright spellbinding hit his olfactive sense and he furrowed his brows over his large eyes considering where, if anywhere, he'd smelled that before.

He turned his cookie over and with a steady hand released a droplet onto the flat underside of the snack. A vibrant and friendly shade of red spilled out, candy-like or poppy, perhaps even coral. It'd been a while since he'd studied his potion colours, but maybe, just maybe it was related to, "Concoction of Conviviality?"