Cutty gave his potion a moment to mature before bottling the three. The antidote it turned out was the base. This made Cutty's mind charge forth into potions and wonder if this was also possible with others. Perhaps illnesses. Interesting. To say the least. He heard Marsha's soft little voice breaking him away from his inspiration, but he remembered to smile and wink at her, "Yer welcome, bibi."

Without so much as two damns the senior Slytherin boy took the alihotsy leaves and added them to the base of one of his potions as he considered a happy thought. But before he could recall Professor Dursley smiting Tora Gallaway and trying on tiny witch shoes he was greeted with the gift of an explosion. Yes! Barrington and Kettleburn! He laughed out loud as the leaves floated down and into the potion base and changed it's colour to a bright hue of pink.

Gathering his composure he took the black flies and added them to his mortar and pestle. He still found the odd chortle hard to suppress as he smooshed up their little bodies. I mean, Zahra's hair alone. Tilting his morter, he scraped the mooshed flies into the potion base and corked it in time for it to take on it's normal white shade.

"Evanesco!" He said, cleaning up the rest of the potion after corking his three phials and putting them into his potions case. "Pack." He used his wand to gather the last of his belongings and head out making sure to leave Cosgrach Culloden his sample which he labeled clearly with his name, year and house.