If they'd never found the cause and cure for the aging that plagued the school only years ago, Cutty could've carved out a living for himself playing the slots and tables in Blackpool. He would've then had the experience to reference a hot one-armed bandit to Sophie Brown. It may have landed on all grapes or lemons, but whatever your preference, it paid out. And that was the important part. He watched and noted with curiousity and callousness as her expression faded from casual joy at the mention of her boyfriend to less favour when getting into the specifics of his homelife. Cutty wondered why. He could come up with a few ideas, but they were quite far from jealousy for want of a nicer homelife for herself. In fact, Cutty wrongly assumed the opposite. He thought the comfort with which Brown spoke to adults and the merciless Ghengis Khan-like conquering of them told of someone who had had very personal attention from her parents or at least some adult family members.

He underestimated her adaptability. Or at least, didn't consider it.

"I'm adding the Disillusionment charm and the Patronus. And I think we'd better go in two tehrns at a time each. We can pair the Disillusionment with Revelio. Then yer can practice Loricatus as I try to hit yer with Rictusempra. That way if it hits, yer can joost use the pleasant sensation to fuel yer wehrk on the Patronus." Butthead was apparently in a bossy mood as he hammered out the strategy for the lesson plan. With his wand in his hand, he walked out a few paces before facing Brown again.

"We're best friends, Brown. Don't worry. I won't hurt yer. I'm not an angry pehrson, booht, I won't coddle yer. If yer mess oop, I'll let yer know." Just so she knew. "I will give yer the witches privilege, though. Yer have first go." He said, bowing to her as the custom of dueling dictated.