Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

As the little snake girl's nose wrinkled in disgust, Cutty recognized that face instantly. It was one he made plenty of times before and would make plenty of times again. She didn't like getting her hands dirty. Poor little Magdalena Traulton. It would be interesting, he noted to himself, to watch her brew...anything really. Spotting the arrangement of phials upon the lab room desk filled with a sort of faintly aerated yellowy substance, he figured that they must have been the runespoor egg. He pushed against his desk to rise to his feet and went up to fetch one of the bottles keeping a portion of his thoughts and peripheral vision devoted to the scene that would be Traulton adding the bile to her potion. This oughta be goooood!

But when she sat there and didn't add anything to her cauldron disappointment began to slowly bubble up. The disappointment however did not last long and was soon replaced by it's more ignorant cousin, impatience. He glanced at the measuring spoon and then at her cauldron and then her and then all three in quick succession again.

Finally he could take it no more.

To begin, he exclaimed that it was for an inappropriate sake and then he went on to use terrible words to describe what the substance she was meant to add next. Did it matter, though? Cause whilst he did it Cutty had also taken hold of the spoon and was measuring out the armadillo bile into Maggie's potion. One teaspoon became two, three, four, five and then six. Lastly, the seventh teaspoon of the bile was added as well. It may not have been chivalry that got that psychopath to do her whim, but he did eventually do her whim.