As one exciting thing after the other occurred, Cutty watched as his fantasies of attending Durmstrang blew about like dust. He wanted this. This guaranteed near-death experience brought to you by rash Gryffindor actions and the letter Q. His hand was tightly wound around the hilt of his duelists wand as he felt the only other person at that school who was likewise worthy of Silver Spear enrollment tug on his arm. Headmistress Truebridge? That couldn't be her. She wouldn't be caught dead in that much silk on a day like this....weeellll...

He felt Bevs start to take hold and then the sweet French mama from Honeydukes fainted and he had almost NO time to collect all of her fallen wands. Instead, he held to his distempered weapon and closed in on Professor Dakest who would now be vulnerable carrying the witch on his back. Although, it was superficial he still experienced the protectiveness kids sometimes get over their teachers and professors.


"Yer can't outrun 'em so aim fer their legs or their fangs!" If you could take down one the other had less potential for harm. With the captured Hogwartsians in custody at least some of them would have to hold to give the others enough time to escape. Hopefully to high ground, but not beneath trees. Or maybe they would all stay and fight. Pull a full scale extermination. Who knew. Chaos was so beautiful.

He wasn't surprised to see that the bloke who'd fired the animal fidelis charm was none other than Mordred Mordaunt. He didn't remember reading anything about the Acromantula being immune to any magics. It was, afterall through magic that they came to be. Cutty stomped onto one end of a fallen and weathered branch causing it's other end to rise like a skateboard. He lifted it into his free hand and casted a bluebell flame onto it.