Happygoody was worth so much. Cutty knew she'd confess to this. But it wasn't like it was something she knew. There were no reasons. She never could form an objective argument on just why it was she was the superior model. But Cutty had long ago figured it out. He might have loved her more than anyone, save his dearest boys. It was only she that could hurt him in the name of magic, afterall.

He liked her cantankerous nature. The look on her face suggested the words that he spoke had had all of the expected results and more. And then her advice made him laugh. Dead.

Just when he thought he couldn't enjoy this class any more than he did, Professor Dakest announced a labyrinth of danger. Or that's how Cutty heard it. He understood that the illusions were fake, but maybe they were so well done that the thrill wouldn't be dulled by this fact. He considered whether or not his teacher was the sort of wizard who would, in cases of very advanced students, give them first hand experience with the real thing.

He turned his attention toward the labyrinth and Cutty's already humourous mood turned toward pure joy. If he ignored the fact that the dementors and lethifolds were fake, he could trip himself out into treating it like a real danger and get thrills off of that. The idea of being threatened or in trouble never bothered him. He only saw challenges and chances, never forbiddance or impossibilities.

This made him capable of incredible stupidity.

Capable, although not guaranteed. Wand out, he entered the labyrinth all gung-ho about it and immediately went for the depths. Once there he slowed his pace and began to consider if the labyrinth had an actual way out. He'd probably run into a dementor before he could figure it out, but he liked the idea of trying to do both and the whole treating it like it were the real thing was never far from his mind. As he approached the darkest pathway, he raised his wand, but instead of casting lumos, he whispered, "Avis." and listened for which direction the birds took. If they had perceived an obstacle, they wouldn't have flown for it unless conjured with intent to attack. It meant a clear way. It also meant that, depending on where they turned and how far off the dark creatures were he might have given away his position.

Cutty listened in the dark for sounds of other movement. He wet his finger and tested for temperature changes as well as he progressed down the hall practically salivating at the idea of being attacked and the blessing of getting to defend yourself. He kept the memory of the true life adventure he'd shared in secret with Agatha. The look on Eden McGee's face. The VARIOUS looks on Eden McGee's face, actually and how her stupidity ended up being a blessing on so many occasions. What a gift she'd been. What a dish, what a doll. What an absolute trollop.