"That's because I don't need convincing, Brown. I'd be stupid not to want yer in my entourage and quite frankly, I'm surprised yew haven't noticed my subtle advances." He would've liked to have thought himself that clever. And maybe he was if she had paid him no nevermind or gotten the entirely wrong idea from recent antics. Specific targeting, like the magical equivalent of gum in her hair that he pulled during the potions lesson, was so 9-years-old. But despite his ability to speak with adults and even include himself amongst them, who could ever accuse the boy of being mature?

Cutty heard Flamsteed's voice and put away the paper to draw his bowl of Pixie Puffs closer to himself. His fist tightened around the end of his spoon as he ladled some of the cereal into his mouth...and then some of it came out to the side as he sharply turned his head having witnessed Flamsteed's knee-to-table collision. "Professor, please. I'm trying to eat m'breakfast." He said, collecting himself and taking another spoonful in to make up for the one lost. He crunched and tried to swallow quickly...before Professor Flamsteed said or DID anything else. He still thought him a bit of an attention hog, but Cutty didn't mind this attribute of the Gryffindors. In fact, he sort of liked it. It enabled quite a bit to escape undetected. Such a beautiful distraction.