He needed an expert.


And it would be crystal clear just the sort of expert Cutty Mordaunt was in the midst of upon his wait in the lounge area outside of the Charms Professor's office. Cutty got up and gave three evenly spaced knocks against the Charm's Professor's door before taking a seat on one of the cushions and began to smell...hot dogs? No, some sort of resin. The smell vaguely reminded him of the parfumerie near his grandmother's house.

He sat patiently, turning to take in the space and garner what he could of their new Charms teacher. He had, at least, an aesthetic sense with a leaning toward clean. Good. The spell Cutty was working on, he felt right in line with both. Brut!