As he ventured deeper in to the darkest hall of the labyrinth, Cutty kept the memories that kept his charred husk of a heart a'beating. If he had been able to recognize them in their natures apart from their odds of causing problems, Cutty could have been surprised by how many of them weren't deviant at all.

Most were mild. Like making a swing out of plant spells for someone he fancied or the good friend Grayson Whitlock had been that year the winter never ceased. H'mm. Grayson. He had spent more time with Ruby than Grayson lately. They could fix that, though. And would. They had a wizard-cave to work on once Cutty was of age and could leave at will and practice magic outside of school.

Then there were less mild things. Like receiving a stipend from his father intended for furthering his education and Benzi, although not as enthusiastic for the class, was definitely here. Back! And going to Hogwarts and all of the moments of pranking and teaming up against Tora and Fern could be relived. He was recalling that time Fern had drunk the fire-breathing potion without him saying one word to him but because she thought she had something to prove. She got into position and Cutty wasn't sure what end it was going to come from, even if he knew it would be beautiful regardless.

A shadow swept over the spawn and he was none the wiser for the darkness was so enveloping that far into the hall.