Cutty pulled up to the outside of the Transfiguration Professor's office. His cologne, a sort of musky white amber with a faint overlay of buttered bread probably announced his presence before he came into view. He let the edges of his robes flap in the small gust kicked up by his long legs as he took quick strides toward the waiting area.

"Oi, down in fron..." The Slytherin began rudely seeing only the back of the mirror-hog's head before pulling up enough to see that the face in the mirror indeed belonged to Professor Dakest. "I mean, aren'tchyer lookin' handsome today, Professor Dakest." Yes. That was what he meant.