"Oh, yeah." Was Cutty's casual reply to Zander as he dismounted the blonde's lap. "Tweren't noothin', booht if yer should ever need a reference don't be afraid to ask. Yew did great! I'd be happy ter give yer one." Truth! And hair ruffling. Cause apparently although far from a gentleman, Cutty preferred blondes.

Cutty turned toward the direction of the smooth and articulate accent. The American. Damien Anderson-Belfort. "Yeah. Yew shoulda. Booht, it's a good thing yer didn't. Zandy's quite shy about it all. We didn't want ter tell anyone about tuss til the end." He said quite naturally as if every word were true. Poor Zander Adair.

"That's what train rides home are for, Bayless. I swear, it's like Bart taught yer noothin'." Really. She should know better. Being Bart's right hand witch 'n all.

And then there was a tiny Gryff female saying...something...? Awww. Did someone have a wittle crushy-wushy on Zander-pop. Apparently, he had fangirls. And one of them was chihuahua in residence, Dora Umbridge. Cutty snorted and said, "Yeah." That was it.

In turning his attention toward Nick of the nearly headless variety, Cutty missed the look given him by Yoongi Hyland. And with that an opportunity to fail!flirt with his favourite. Congratulations! Right! The battle went to the lions this year.