Cutty's arm wrapped around Zander as he pulled him in for a side-chokeholdy squeeze at his words. Cause that's what you do when someone tells you you're a good friend. And, Cutty couldn't agree more that he was a good friend. He supposed he'd see Zander outside of school as well, since the boy wasn't planning on going to Uni just yet.

Cutty let Umbridge's words go into one of his ears and out the other. With the presence of Flamsteed and Dakest at the table he doubted she would attempt anything. Flamsteed. Cutty had had the thought that if and when Flamsteed became a feeble old Warlock, he'd take care of him and he still meant it. His guidance and that of Mr. Kitridge was quite invaluable whilst he was in the process of estrangement from his own father. That is, IF it would even be needed as both Flamsteed and Kitridge had found themselves a match from the time Cutty was a mean little 11 year old until he was a mean little 18 year old. Something that had eluded the young wizard his entire time at Hogwarts. Nothing solid he could ever call a boyfriend or a girlfriend. He wondered, but did not worry if it would always be that way and how much of that had to do with his diagnosis.

Time to think fast. He turned his attention back to Umbridge and began to make eyes at her. "Aww, Zander knows I'm joost joshin' him. Don't be so angry, loov."

It reminded him of his first day at the Slytherin table and how much offense Sophie Newell took to being called loov.

Which prompted him to call her by that name for the entirety of their stay at Hogwarts Castle.

He knew what he wanted to say to Damien, but decided against it in the presence of all of Flamsteed's lil cubs.