Originally Posted by Astronomizzle

Professor Flamsteed had been screaming and it alarmed him. Not for sympathetic reasons, but rather because it meant that something was going down. He had missed the majority of it focusing on his foam moon faux moon, but he caught scent of it and looked over to see, even in the blue light, that it was plumb obvious that AJ Valentine was the party responsible.

Did Adi Rehman even know how lucky he was? Did he, tho?

Cutty completed his revolutions and noted the blue light disappearing from the left side of the moon until it took up half of the moon at what was to be it's last quarter, and then he was once again facing forward at what would be the new moon phase. His mind logged this information of what you see vs. what you don't see from where you are as a method of deduction that could be applicable to human beings as well.

The package of oreos landed on his desk with a crinkle and Cutty tore it open with a charm. He wasn't normally one for sweets on a good day, on a day when someone had just vomited all over class he was even less so, but he managed to carve out the creams in the according shapes with his finger. The struggle of getting them to be open face was too real, though and there were many casualties. He stole one or two from Beverly Wayne's package just to complete the exercise. It was less perfect than Professor Flamsteed's example.

Far less perfect.

Originally Posted by Potionzzz

Cutty's humungamunga eyes blinked several times as they adjusted to the light. He heard Cosgrach Culloden's voice before he saw him and thought he'd done an off screen effect. Slytherins were dramatic so why not? It was information intensive. And so, rather impatiently, Cutty cleared everything off of his desk, save his potions tools, with a charm. It was time for note-taking and then a question for Professor Thompson, although maybe Dakest would know...because...if werewolves require the bite of another werewolf to become a werewolf, how in the hell did the first werewolf come into being?

He places his notes aside and took out a pair of dragonhide gloves. Handling aconite, afterall. He noticed his gloves were still dirty from their last use and so he had to take his wand to them, scourgifying between the fingers and at the edge of their opening. They were starting to look a little more than worn, finally after six years of continuous double duty in both Herbology and Potions. He could've bought himself a new pair last term or the term before that and they likely would've fit better, but he didn't see the point when he'd grow into the one pair he had and would rather save that money for further education. He did not know that Adonis Mordaunt would help and knew that his mother couldn't.

Once his gloves were on, Cutty took out his cauldron, gave it a scourgifying and placed it onto the burner. Using his wand, he adjusted the flame and then proceeded to pour the glass of cows milk into the cauldron. He noted the time and then checked the brass cauldron before them. To be on the safe side, he cleansed it quickly and then summoned water into it. He eyeballed the amount, considering that the milk too would be added. When the 3 minutes were up, he gripped the edges of his cauldron and added it to the brass one. His then empty cauldron went back onto it's flame before Cutty extinguished it and used the wand to make the fire below the brass cauldron a low flame.

Checking out the ingredients, the miscreant from the Bandar Log hell flipped his cutting board onto the desk surface to cleanse it. The knife and the metal stirrer, however he heated to sterilize taking full advantage of the fact that he could wherever possible. With his knife and the cutting board cleaned and sterilized, he took the fluxweed and quickly, very quickly, chopped the plant. He added it to the brass cauldron and introduced the metal stirrer giving the thus far pleasant smelling concoction 7 clockwise stirs.
7,...6,...5,...4,...3,...2,...1.

The dog fur was then added with some degree of curiousity. Just as with the bat tongues Cutty had encountered from when he was younger, he wondered what magical properties the dog fur had. It was such a plentiful supply and mundane item to add to a potion like the one they were working on. He looked up at the wall mounted clock and waited for the minute hand to hit on the minute before releasing the last pinch of the fur into the potion and noted the time on his parchment of notes.

That seemed to be all Professor Culloden was asking for now for it was wands out. Cutty withdrew his metal stirrer, gave it a cleansing and placed it down on the surface of the desk so he could remove his wand and practice the spell. He practiced the wand motion drawing a circle over his empty cauldron. When he'd gotten that motion committed, he quietly practiced the incantation. "Re-CORE-doh." Though it sounded different accounting for the Scottish accent of their Potions Master. The memory could've only been one thing. And it kept him smiling as he scourgified his own cauldron along with the cutting board and knife before putting all away in preparation for Professor Dakest's portion of the class.

Originally Posted by The DADAness

Cutty's mind was still on his strong memory for the potion and so naturally when asked how to safely and securely trap a werewolf, he immediately considered using another werewolf of the opposite gender. It was not a serious answer at all, but he was immature and thus still stuck on more ridiculous and humourous things.

It was somewhat, however, washed away by something Professor Dakest had mentioned.

"...it is of the utmost importance to remember that werewolves are humans and need to be treated as such."

Cutty would take this to uncharted waters. He neither fully understood nor respected the need for emotional coddling, but knew it as a need in some people. He found it interesting, though those times he'd seen it up close and more interesting now was the attitude people seemed to take toward it's application and use. He was listening. Carefully. To what else Sabel Dakest had to say.

As he went over a listing of spells that would be effective for slowing down a werewolf, his mind recalled a Care of Magical Creatures class that mentioned not all beasts being effected by all magical spells and things. But then, maybe that's what Professor Dakest meant by not forgetting that werewolves were to be treated as human. Clearing away his desk, which now consisted of only his brass cauldron and notes, and standing he looked down with a smiling sort of fascination at the flailing wooden dummy before him. He found a safe place to place the potion and continued to give freely of his attention.

Were those...tears of joy forming on Cutty's face 2 sentences into Dakest's introduction to Manus Invisbilis? His mind began racing with the possibilities as he let his absence of attention give Beverly the entire right-of-way. Before he knew it the exercise was up and he was full of thoughts moste terrible.