He'd grown considerably, though it could've also been the fact that he'd had to self-administer potions and various magical treats to ensure that his too small robes fit him throughout the year. Mostly, for Professor Bellaire's classes. Speaking of which, she'd seen to it to sit at the end of their house table. Cutty glanced over toward the staff table and it seemed that Professor Bellaire would be joining the Slytherins on her own. Her calm and regal demeanour had Cutty dismissing the notion that she'd been placed there to cease a quarrel or other normal-for-our-house-but-too-aggressive-for-the-others behaviour.

"Nice of yew to join us, Professor Bellaire. Any chance of showing oos nifty food transfiguration spells?" Something they could use to freak out bothersome twerps who try to place themselves where they are not welcome.

Lots of new faces this year, but some of the old ones were missing. Where was Holden? Holden and his stupid good-looking face. Cutty still considered him untrustworthy and so his absence was worth noting. Slytherin: Paranoia is a gift.

The fourth year hellion found himself remarkably unmoved by the prefect appointments. Bev was a shoe-in and he was certain he'd mentioned her name in flattering terms on at least one occasion whilst taking his potion in the hospital wing and Ethan, well he'd practically transfigured himself into a human bidet and Cutty couldn't have been prouder...of his cousin. Yes. Family. He'd have to talk with Mordaunt. Alone. "Addi." He began with a smile toward the brown-eyed Hufflepuff. "Yerra prefect." His mind was going a great many places just then. He appeared to be in the early onset of some ecstasy or another.

"Que tal, Marisol?" He said greeting the girl and making the greeting sound VERY rhymey, indeed. Hey! She grew! Who said she could do that! "Cutty Mordaunt." He said introducing himself to one of the new faces. An older girl about the same age as he (Paulie). "Welcome to Slytherin." He ignored the firsties. For now.