Once the bulbs were planted securely, Cutty looked about at the mess that had created. It wasn't much, really, but nonetheless he'd made it and wasn't about to go down like a barbarian to Professor Walton.


A savage maybe. Or possibly even a civilized monster, but NOT a barbarian.



He lifted the measuring bowl, carried it over to the creaky-doored cupboard and with his wand scourgified it to prevent the transfer of plant disease. Once he'd tucked away the bowl, he shut the cupboard, then moved along the potting area holding onto his wand. "Evanescoe! Evanescoe!" He went about like a smallish muggle vaccum cleaner getting rid of the excess dirt he'd missed when potting.

A once over later, Cutty determined the mess he'd made to be clear and departed from the Greenhouse.