"I know, I know. I have your food in my bag. Can you quit banging on the jar for attention now?" Jeez. Fairies were so freaking demanding.

The fairies had been trying to get his attention for, what felt like, hours and Grayson was getting a liiiiiiiittle bit annoyed. Just a little. He knew what they wanted, they just had to be a little patient, mkay? Was this what kids were like? If so, he had suddenly decided that he wasn't having any. There were enough people on the Earth anyways.

Heading into the Great Hall and over towards the Slytherin table -- because where else would he sit? -- Grayson took a seat in an empty spot near the end of the table. The jar was placed down onto the table and he gave the fairies inside a look to try and hush them up. Did it work? WELL. It certainly worked BETTER once he had pulled out the bottle of Fairy food. He watched in amusement as the eyes of the fairies seemed to be stuck on the bottle itself as he slowly opened the lid. Heh.

The lid of the jar was opened and, just like last time, Grayson tipped some of the contents into the jar before closing the lid again. How long was he meant to keep them? He didn't know. What he DID know was that he himself needed some food.

While Beverly munched on cereal she thought of what her main focus could be for Charms' homework. It was a series of pictures to animate, but she couldn't work without specifics. Would she snap pictures of random things? That was sort of the point in order to practice the charm, but she'd rather photograph something she knew she could work with. There was no way she'd make herself the star of her project. Beverly didn't roll like that.

Hmm.

She should have made her pixies the main focus since they were always cute and up to something. Darn it. With a 'hmph' she continued on to finish her cereal. That's about the same time Chomper decided to jump on the table a steal a slice of apple off her plate.

"That's rude, y'know?" she said, gently poking the sugar glider's tummy. It ignored her and continued to try and fit the entire slice into its mouth.

She couldn't help it, a laughter escaped Beverly. Chomper resembled a chipmunk with its bulging cheeks. Just because he was being adorable for once, she took her camera snapped a picture of him and half an apple sliced wedged in his mouth.

Did she capture his full adorableness?

Hmmmm....She took her wand out and tapped the middle of the photo. "Alacer!"

She hasn't quite mastered the spell yet. She was good at it, but it took an awfully long time for the photo to animate. This time it didn't take quite as much, but still, it wasn't as fast as Professor Fuller's when he'd cast it.

It did the trick, though. On the animated photo there was a Chomper attempting to furiously fit an apple slice bigger than its head into its mouth.

IDEA.

Chomper, Worth a Thousand Words.

Zander didn't even realize that speed he was walking with. He didn't even check behind him to make sure that Kace was keeping up, which he was sure that he was so that was not really an issue. But either way, Zander didn't really say anything at all until he reached the Great Hall. And that's where it happened. The ultimate decision. The Gryffindor table or the Hufflepuff one?

Well, if he went to the Gryffindor one there was a chance that Cinna may show up there. And if he sat at the Hufflepuff one, then there was a chance that Lux would show up. Neither of whom Zander was ready to see. So you know what?

He'd take them over to the Slytherin table. Hopefully there wouldn't be any questions. And in case, Zander had a few subjects up his sleeve as distractions. Mentally prepared them on the way. That's why there wasn't much talking actually. See? Always thinking this one was.

As the Gryffindor took a seat, he looked up at Kace and smiled. Right, so they were talking about the internships. "So... You want another internship at Quality Quidditch Supplies again too? Or somewhere different this time? See he could play this game. But anyways, he also never answered Kace with the question the Hufflepuff had directed at him. "I think I might apply too... But if there's another field trip, then I might want to go on that instead," Like how they all got to go to Greece over the summer and Zander didn't. It was tragic. Not as tragic as his empty plate though. The fourth year started grabbing some things from the trays around him, distractedly piling food on his plate.

Kace was wondering why Zander was walking soo fast. He called out to Zander, "Hey what is the rush?" Then he saw him pick the Slytherin table which led to more questions. Why didn't he pick the lion or puffs table? This was getting weirder and weirder. He sat down and followed Zander's lead he may have his quizzical look face on but he was playing along. Kace heard his question and didn't know what he wanted.

"That is a good question, I actually don't know. I wouldn't mind staying at the same place but I would like to try something new. We shall see when the time comes.." he shrugged and felt weird sitting at the snakes table but he took some food and put it on his plate. "I think you should apply mate, it would be an amazing experience and plus it might be easier to get a job.." he told him honestly. I mean that was his plan anyways but people could be different.

Aahh he heard him mention the field trip and chuckled. "Yeah the field trip was sort of amazing exploring Greece, hopefully you get the chance to go on it." he smiled towards his friend. He managed to get some chicken and yorkshire pudding. He wished they had fried chicken but it looked like they just had regular chicken today. "Plus I think we could go on a lot more adventures if we were in a foreign country.." he told him with a wink. He couldn't hide back his curiosity, "Hey mate any reason we are sitting at the snakes table? I mean I could have taken you to the puffs table over there." he pointed.

Yup. He saw the quizzical looks that Kace had given him. But, see as a master of pretending to be all oblivious all of the time, Zander knew just when and how to avoid those looks with one of pure innocence. Mhm. See most of the time he was just being dumb, but a small fraction of the time he was just pretending to be dumb. Or maybe not. Eh, it was all really confusing actually, but at this moment of time he was completely and fully aware of all the questions that were probably on the older Hufflepuff's mind. But again, he played innocent. Pretending not to notice the looks. He didn't have anything to hide after all..... Just Lux and Cinna things but that was it.

Ahem.

The Gryffindor nodded slowly trying to focus in on what Kace was saying. It was actually proving to be a rather difficult task considering the thousands of things on his mind, but he nodded and looked intrigued none the less. "Oh? Yeah I can see how that'd be a bit boring staying with the old," But if Kace wanted to go into the sports kind of thing, wouldn't that shop be the best one for him? "Where else would you consider?" If he asked Kace enough questions, maybe the boy would even forget about what went down at the Greenhouse. It was a stretch, but a boy could dream, right? "And yeah... I-I reckon I may give it a go," he smiled earnestly. Actually, an internship didn't seem like such a bad idea after all.

The Gryffindor was still kind of bitter about the field trip thing, but still kept the smile on his face as he reached over to grab some chicken for his plate. And then the question Zander was waiting for all along. How come the Slytherin table? Uh. For a moment, Zander pretended to look very, very confused. "What? What are you talking about... We're at the Gryffindor table!" And then he did the whole mock-looking around thing. "Oh, I could've sworn--" Heh. "Are we not--" And then he shrugged. "Sorry, I guess I was really worn out by the homework and sorta picked the wrong table or something...?"

"Yeah it could be but I really wanna work with the wand makers or gringotts. I have always been fascinated with wizardy like wandlore and then dealing with the bank and goblins..." That would be cool if he got either job. Maybe he could do something with books too? Who knows. He still had a while to decided before the summer came around again. "You should give it a go then we can be partners probably somewhere or who knows you could find your dream job.." he shrugged and grinned earnestly.

Kace didn't buy his excuse, he knew he was hiding something and he knew he was going off subject. He had to bring the topic of conversation didn't he? He didn't like to see tension between his friends. "Uh huh....mate do you know what happened at the greenhouses back there? Because I know I missed something. The tension was unreal and I could see it on your face.." he said. People didn't think he could be that observant but he could be.

Zander was still kind of distracted, but he tried his best to concentrate on everything Kace was saying. Something about wanting to work with the wand guys or at the bank. "Yeah... Both of those sound pretty cool," though Zander wasn't really sure if retail sounded all that appealing in general, to be completely honest. However, he wouldn't deny an internship because that'd be a pretty nice way to spend the summer actually. "Yeah, maybe. You might be right. I might just apply," kind of convinced now. Kace seemed like a big advocate of it and he already did an internship so he knew what he was talking about.

...... And just when he thought he was doing so well.

Of course no one ever believed his lies. Apparently he was miserable with them. Maybe Justine could teach him that too? How to lie. She seemed to know how to do everything.

But as for the questions.. "Well.... It's kind of a long story... Lux and I.... We-we aren't really talking?" he ducked his head down as soon as he said it. Kace and Lux were best friends. Even Zander knew that one.

It was getting to the point where Cutty might've been better off just pouring the milk for his morning cereal directly into the Pixie Puffs box. His appetite had improved that year as happens with boys of that age and so instead of having to serve a second bowl he might've saved himself the trouble by just serving one large one from the very beginning. Outside of his mother's pork-free home, he had developed a taste for sausages, but not quite bacon and he was eying a possible take-away meal consisting of one well-cooked one. For one reason or another, the boy seemed to like his meats somewhat on the charred side. A reminiscent trait perhaps of subsisting in the hell from which his soul was born.

The cereal bits chinkled as they hit the walls of the bowl until the sound began more dense with the increased volume of ever more Pixie Puffs. Majnun flew overhead and he used the one and same charm his mother had taught him years ago to avoid being bitten by the pitchy coloured 'Madman'. From his mother, a small letter which he stuffed into his robes pocket and copies of his publications that were still being sent to his house in Merseyside. One, because it was muggle. The other because his mother didn't trust him with the raw information. He opened up the Daily Prophet first not giving a tinker's cuss about the immediate vicinity with his eyes, but opted to let sound and smell detect danger and opportunity alike.

Silently, unnoticed, Sophie Brown stalked her prey from the outskirts of the Great Hall at the very end of the Ravenclaw table, sizing up her victim and planning out every possible way the forthcoming interaction could go. She knew where the exits were, she knew her legal rights, she knew each and every face that was currently in the hall for breakfast that morning and was planning out just what she would say to any given person who might confront her on what she was going to do, if she was caught.

In virtually every situation she imagined, there was lots of smiling and innocent jabs of, Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to see him being nice to people for once, though?

Eventually, when nothing in particular was happening and the entire ambiance of the room was simply ordinary, Sophie wandered over to Mordaunt with her full plate of breakfast foods in her grasp, casually took a seat next to him on the bench, set down the plate on the tabletop, then proceeded to eat a piece of unbuttered toast, her eyes glued to the Slytherin.

Ever so slowly, she leeeaned toward him and the opened Prophet, turning her gaze instead to the paper in front of him. "What's good, Mordaunt?" Their shoulders were TOUCHING. Groundbreaking.

As of this point, Cutty Mordaunt still was unsure of just how Sophie Brown was seducing her followers. It could've been any number of ways, really. Subtle hypnosis or psychological coercion. What he thought was his best theory was based around plant hormones. Maybe even...

He resisted the urge to draw away sharply as Brown leaned into him. Somehow, this made him feel dirty. Somehow. Not in a guilty manner so much as a he needed to bath soon. Something about Sophie Brown suggested, and in no subtle way, the penultimate guide to anti-repercussion. He was practically salivating at the idea of her having chose him. It was thrilling this shoulder-to-shoulder-lean-in thing she was doing. Like being picked for a perching spot from one's favourite butterfly. Or it would be if you weren't a carnivorous plant subsisting on butterflies.

Cutty cleared his throat and lifted the paper and in answer to Brown, he said, "Oh, nothing mooch, Brown. Stock liquidations on the potions market. Looks like someone's goin' owtef business." There was the expected bit of relish to that. "No news on the young diamond heiress who went missing years ago, either. Meanwhile someone stands to inherit her family's business." He pointed to the picture of Anneliese Erkhe, a worried looking girl clutching an empty birdcage. Restraint. Restraint. "What brings you to the Slytherin table, Brown?"

Cutty seemed mostly unfazed by her close proximity, which was pleasing as Sophie had the wide-open opportunity to do what she wanted. As his newspaper was raised in front of him, she kept her attention on him, her expression ordinary while he spoke, and she casually clasped her hands out on the table in front of them between their breakfasts as she leaned against him, appearing to seem at least mildly interested in what he was saying. Since he couldn't see in front of him, she was able to very slyly tip the contents of the vial hidden in her robe sleeve into Mordaunt's cereal, then tuck the vial back out of sight within a matter of seconds.

Camaraderie Concoction. Innocent enough of a potion, but if consumed by someone as vile and unpleasant as Cutty Mordaunt, there was no way it wouldn't be hilarious for the entire Hogwarts population. Cutty being FRIENDLY with people was... something Sophie never thought she would see. Until she brewed that potion for him.

Really, he should have felt honored that she took the time to brew a potion for the sole purpose of spiking his breakfast with it.

She kept her hands clasped out in front of her on the table naturally, and the whole charade was finished by the time he turned a question over to her. "Thought I'd come pay you a visit. Must be an awfully lonely thing, being Hogwarts' resident villain. Don't you want my friendship, Mordaunt? Bet I'd be a better comrade than you think. Y'should gimme a shot."

Comrade. Camaraderie. Heheheheheheh. She was stone-faced and super natural about everything, but she thought it was hilaaaaarious, deep down.

Kace could tell by talking to Zander he seemed a bit off. His mind was wandering and he was completely thinking about something else. He didn't believe his act for a second but he was glad he could convince him to apply for internships. He had a little satisfied smile on his face. But now onto the real question and he was finally gonna get his answer. He heard Zander trail on and he used the long story excuse and he got that Lux and Zander weren't talking.

"Yeah mate I kind of got that....why didn't you tell me that before?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow. "It might have made things less awkward?" I mean was he right or wrong? He saw him burying his head and Kace sighed. "Mate Lux isn't the one to hold grudges. I mean I am sure you can talk it out with her.." he offered.

Why didn't he say anything before? Maybe it was because he was kind of ashamed of the entire fight to begin with. It was over something so stupid, yet he was too stubborn to admit that he wrongly accused her of lying. And the longer it dragged on, the worse he felt about it. So now it was built up so much that he couldn't admit it all. And the worst part was, he didn't want thing to go back to the way they were before. Not like his first and second year. He liked having some friends he could talk to. But if anyone found out about the real reason behind the fight, well they'd all leave him. And then he wouldn't have anyone left... Well aside from Kevin of course.

Kevin probably didn't even like Lux anyway. He hardly liked anyone really. So much that sometimes it even confused Zander as to why he liked the older Gryffindor at all.

Back to the point though. There was a real reason why he couldn't tell Kace before, "I... I just know you're really good friends with her and I guess I didn't want you to find out," he tore his eyes away from the Hufflepuff and instead found an interesting spot on the table to stare at. The way the wood looked against the golden goblets. Fascinating. "You're... You're starting to sound like Cinna."

Despite the proximity. Despite the multitude of opportunities a moment like this offered and the ever-increasing pathways of possibilities the sprouted like the die-hard weeds in spring, Cutty was resolved to hold his poise. Slowly and calmly he lowered the paper from his face until at first all that could be seen was his black hair followed by his bushy eyebrows and then his enormous brown eyes. His mouth then came to view, which seemed to be held shut as if by a button or well-concealed magnet. Sophie Brown was doing something. And it was WEIRD.


But he liked it.



Did she really think he was Hogwarts' resident villain?


His big eyes slit in equal parts thought, suspicion and amusement and a little smile made itself known. "I bet yer would, Brown." His hand reached out absently for his spoon as he spoke, but landed instead on his pumpkin juice. Being the opportunist, though he simply took a drink.

SPOILER!!: hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii you twooooooooooo

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Cutty seemed mostly unfazed by her close proximity, which was pleasing as Sophie had the wide-open opportunity to do what she wanted. As his newspaper was raised in front of him, she kept her attention on him, her expression ordinary while he spoke, and she casually clasped her hands out on the table in front of them between their breakfasts as she leaned against him, appearing to seem at least mildly interested in what he was saying. Since he couldn't see in front of him, she was able to very slyly tip the contents of the vial hidden in her robe sleeve into Mordaunt's cereal, then tuck the vial back out of sight within a matter of seconds.

Camaraderie Concoction. Innocent enough of a potion, but if consumed by someone as vile and unpleasant as Cutty Mordaunt, there was no way it wouldn't be hilarious for the entire Hogwarts population. Cutty being FRIENDLY with people was... something Sophie never thought she would see. Until she brewed that potion for him.

Really, he should have felt honored that she took the time to brew a potion for the sole purpose of spiking his breakfast with it.

She kept her hands clasped out in front of her on the table naturally, and the whole charade was finished by the time he turned a question over to her. "Thought I'd come pay you a visit. Must be an awfully lonely thing, being Hogwarts' resident villain. Don't you want my friendship, Mordaunt? Bet I'd be a better comrade than you think. Y'should gimme a shot."

Comrade. Camaraderie. Heheheheheheh. She was stone-faced and super natural about everything, but she thought it was hilaaaaarious, deep down.

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Despite the proximity. Despite the multitude of opportunities a moment like this offered and the ever-increasing pathways of possibilities the sprouted like the die-hard weeds in spring, Cutty was resolved to hold his poise. Slowly and calmly he lowered the paper from his face until at first all that could be seen was his black hair followed by his bushy eyebrows and then his enormous brown eyes. His mouth then came to view, which seemed to be held shut as if by a button or well-concealed magnet. Sophie Brown was doing something. And it was WEIRD.


But he liked it.



Did she really think he was Hogwarts' resident villain?


His big eyes slit in equal parts thought, suspicion and amusement and a little smile made itself known. "I bet yer would, Brown." His hand reached out absently for his spoon as he spoke, but landed instead on his pumpkin juice. Being the opportunist, though he simply took a drink.

Walking away from the other end of the table where a bit of friendly competition had occurred - and his life put in the balance by a chicken bone - the Astronomy professor was grumbling something about giving detention for sticky fingers all over his suit but feeling obligated to ignore that rule. But his suuuuuuuuuuuuuuit...it was...STICKY!

Of course, it was nothing a few spells and enchantments couldn't fix, although the astronomer had some rules about those in regards to his suit, and naturally the muggles at the dry cleaners would have no problem rectifying this predicament. Still...the sticky was serving as a reminder to suddenly "waking" up in the supply closet dressed as Captain Hook and covered sticky pureed goo. It was all rather unfortunate. Very unfortunate.

Lost in his thoughts, he wasn't entirely paying attention to where he was walking and bumped his knee on the bench with a loud THUD. "Bloody ---" he muttered, bending over to rub his throbbing knee. Thinking he was alone at this part of the table, he was about to mutter a few choice words when he looked up to see Mr. Mordaunt and Miss Brown. "Hello....you two," he said with an awkward, and just a smidgen cheeky, grin.

...

And a salute for good measure.

Cutty... was... smiling at her?

Sophie THOUGHT that's what it was, though it looked a little... twisted and not like normal people's smiles. But this wasn't a normal person, was it? No, the Ravenclaw didn't trust this kid at ALL, and at his attempted smile, she suddenly became very, very aware of her surroundings - he wasn't reaching for a wand, which was good, and he didn't seem to have any nasty tricks up his sleeve at the moment, so... maybe they could get through a conversation without a necessary, dramatic display of hatred?

But blast, when he moved for the objects in front of him, she was SO excited he was going to reach for a bite of his cereal - and of course he did not. Her face and posture both remained relaxed and calm, though, and she hummed her amusement at his words. "You don't seem entirely convinced, but having me as your ally probably wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Think of all -"

The THUD! of kneecap colliding with the wooden bench they were sitting on made Soph quickly lean away from Cutty - no, onlookers, she hadn't just been cozied up to Cutty Mordaunt - and she raised an eyebrow at Flamsteed who she was certain had ALMOST just swore in front of her. Heeeeehehehehehe. She tried not to, but she giggled anyway, then quickly straightened up and saluted him back. "Hello, professor. Got a few choice words to say there?" HEHEHE. Teasing, she made it clear that she was, and offered the man an even cheekier grin than the one he was wearing.

Kace gave him a quizzical look and asked, "Why did you want me to find out mate? You know you can tell me anything.." he assured one of his friends at Hogwarts. He saw him staring at the table and he knew it was probably awkward but he just didn't want seeing his friends in fights. He heard the lion say he was sounding like Cinna. He chuckled and smiled, "Yeah I guess Cinna's advice skills are rubbing off on me.." He shrugged innocently and grabbed some grub to snack on. "Well hopefully you guys can work it out or you know if you want to talk to Lux I can.." he offered but he didn't want to get involved if he didn't have to.

The Gryffindor reached over to grab a cup of tea and began stirring it aimlessly with a spoon. "I dunno," he shrugged a little. Truth be told it was because he didn't want Kace to hate him just because he and Lux weren't getting along. "I guess I just didn't want you to be mad at me too," it was hard enough getting glares from one Hufflepuff let alone from too.

Looking down into his tea, he smiled a little bit. Heh. Cinna had some wild advice, that was for sure. But he wouldn't talk about how he was trying to follow some of that, not now anyways. There was a time and a place. "No, I wouldn't want you to have to get in the middle of it," he shook his head a little at the thought. 'Sides, that would probably end up making things even worse. It was Zander's problem to fix, not Kace's. "I think Cinna's been getting caught in it lately and I... I feel bad, she shouldn't have to, you know?"

Kace scrunched his eyebrows and asked, "Why would I hate ya mate? I mean yeah we do stupid stuff sometimes but not something I could hate you for.." Trust Kace, he has done some stupid stuff in the past. Zander could ask his cousin Braedon. Some of his choices weren't that great but he did want his friends to get along. "Lux is just very sensitive sometimes which is not a bad thing, sometimes you just need to proceed with caution and watch what you say.." he said giving Zander some tips on his fellow puff friend.

When he mentioned Cinna giving some wild advice he saw the lion smiling and he knew he hit a not so sensitive subject. "Well maybe I can offer you some advice so I won't be in the middle of it. How does that sound?" the puffer asked making a compromise. Kace nodded and said, "Well it wouldn't be like Cinna if she didn't stand up for Lux. I mean she even punched my cousin in the nose since he said the wrong thing in front of Lux and man I wish I could have been there for it.." he laughed. He would of liked to see the look on Braedon's face.

The Gryffindor shrugged a little. Honestly he didn't think that he did stupid things per-say, but that was partially because he still didn't want to admit to being completely at fault. There were some things that Lux had said that were definitely not okay either, but he wouldn't really bring that up at the moment. There was a time and a place. And now was neither. "I-I dunno... Something about house loyalty or something?" Zander tended to be on the Gryffindor side of disagreements, so what would keep Kace from taking the Hufflepuff side, y'know? It was basic math.. Or some subject along those lines. "But yeah... She is pretty sensitive." Pretty sensitive was kind of an understatement at this point. Zander had already made the girl cry. Twice.

Like what even??? He was Zander Adair. He didn't make girls cry???

But Lux? Twice, apparently.

"Uh sure, Kace." Honestly Zander felt as if he was getting enough advice on enough subjects at the moment. And when you get to much advice.. Well it just became a lot harder to follow it all. But he didn't have anything more to say on the matter and it seemed like the Hufflepuff was kind of in his element at the moment so uh, by all means... Proceed? "Yeah, I could see that," he replied softly. Cinna was pretty tough and quick to defend her friends.Which was probably why she was so adamant about the whole Lux and Zander making up thing. She was good friends with them both. Definitely had something to do with it.

Kace nodded and heard Zander explain it was about house loyalty and he could totally understand that. I mean if it was his way, he would have been sorted in gryffindor as well. He had some lion qualities which is probably why he got along with a lot of them, his girlfriend included. Kace was glad he could see Lux was sensitive and sometimes if he was joking, she may take seriously. "Yeah so be careful what you say around her but I don't think you want an angry Cinna on your hands or a punch to the face.." he grinned and tried not to laugh. His memory of Braedon getting punched to the face was always gonna be fresh in his mind.

Alright so by the sound of Zander's tone, Kace nodded and he didn't seem to want advice. "You knoww whatt you probably don't need my advice on second thought..." he said and saw by his body reaction he was uncomfortable. "How about we just grab a few bites and do something fun yeah?" he asked helping out his fellow lion. "I mean I can teach you how to do some art or skateboard some more if you would like to do something active?" he suggested. That is what he like to do if he had a lot on his mind. He heard him saying he could see Cinna and he chuckled. "Yeah well he had it coming anyways.." he shrugged. "Come on mate let's stop sulking and enjoy the beautiful day.." he pushed his friend. "Or we can go to the Weasley Swamp area?" he suggested.

The Gryffindor nodded slowly. Yeah he'd rather not make Lux cry... Again... For the third time now? Or was it fourth? He kind of lost track. Uh, oops? They were all unintentional though!! He was Zander Adair, he didn't really go out with the intention of making people cry. He'd leave that sort of thing to Kevin. Anyways, he only nodded to what Kace was saying, opting not to continue that bit of the conversation any further. He knew how protective Cinna got. There was no point in disputing that.

He took a sip of his tea now that it had cooled down a bit, before looking back up at Kace again and giving the older boy a small shrug. Yeah, really he felt like no matter how much advice people tried to give him on the situation, he didn't really want to take it. He had to make the move on his own accord, not because someone told him to. Especially not because Cinna told him too. Besides, it probably come off better if it were his own idea too, something about being more genuine or what not? So he was pretty grateful when Kace decided not to push. That's what the Gryffindor liked about the Badger. He knew just when to stop poking. "Oh, okay!" The Gryffindor suddenly found himself smiling a little, couldn't help being excited about getting to practice skate boarding some more. He really needed some work. Ahem. "Could we try more of the skateboarding stuff?!"

Kace could see Zander was happy about the change of subject. He rather not do all the poking and plus he seemed tired of all the advice. Why bother giving it if he wasn't gonna listen. It was just common sense. He grinned when he asked his question and nodded. "Umm yeah dude of course we can. I have a great place where we can skateboard.." he smirked. "We can go to the place where do I do my graffiti art and grinding on the stairs is awesome. I feel like soo alive.." he smiled and then shook his head coming back to reality. Wait he didn't even say the name of the place. "You all set to go to the courtyard?" he asked curiously. "I mean all I have to do is go downstairs and get my board.." he shrugged.

"That's because I don't need convincing, Brown. I'd be stupid not to want yer in my entourage and quite frankly, I'm surprised yew haven't noticed my subtle advances." He would've liked to have thought himself that clever. And maybe he was if she had paid him no nevermind or gotten the entirely wrong idea from recent antics. Specific targeting, like the magical equivalent of gum in her hair that he pulled during the potions lesson, was so 9-years-old. But despite his ability to speak with adults and even include himself amongst them, who could ever accuse the boy of being mature?

Cutty heard Flamsteed's voice and put away the paper to draw his bowl of Pixie Puffs closer to himself. His fist tightened around the end of his spoon as he ladled some of the cereal into his mouth...and then some of it came out to the side as he sharply turned his head having witnessed Flamsteed's knee-to-table collision. "Professor, please. I'm trying to eat m'breakfast." He said, collecting himself and taking another spoonful in to make up for the one lost. He crunched and tried to swallow quickly...before Professor Flamsteed said or DID anything else. He still thought him a bit of an attention hog, but Cutty didn't mind this attribute of the Gryffindors. In fact, he sort of liked it. It enabled quite a bit to escape undetected. Such a beautiful distraction.

SPOILER!!: you two lovelies and your sometimes questionable characters <333

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Cutty... was... smiling at her?

Sophie THOUGHT that's what it was, though it looked a little... twisted and not like normal people's smiles. But this wasn't a normal person, was it? No, the Ravenclaw didn't trust this kid at ALL, and at his attempted smile, she suddenly became very, very aware of her surroundings - he wasn't reaching for a wand, which was good, and he didn't seem to have any nasty tricks up his sleeve at the moment, so... maybe they could get through a conversation without a necessary, dramatic display of hatred?

But blast, when he moved for the objects in front of him, she was SO excited he was going to reach for a bite of his cereal - and of course he did not. Her face and posture both remained relaxed and calm, though, and she hummed her amusement at his words. "You don't seem entirely convinced, but having me as your ally probably wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Think of all -"

The THUD! of kneecap colliding with the wooden bench they were sitting on made Soph quickly lean away from Cutty - no, onlookers, she hadn't just been cozied up to Cutty Mordaunt - and she raised an eyebrow at Flamsteed who she was certain had ALMOST just swore in front of her. Heeeeehehehehehe. She tried not to, but she giggled anyway, then quickly straightened up and saluted him back. "Hello, professor. Got a few choice words to say there?" HEHEHE. Teasing, she made it clear that she was, and offered the man an even cheekier grin than the one he was wearing.

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"That's because I don't need convincing, Brown. I'd be stupid not to want yer in my entourage and quite frankly, I'm surprised yew haven't noticed my subtle advances." He would've liked to have thought himself that clever. And maybe he was if she had paid him no nevermind or gotten the entirely wrong idea from recent antics. Specific targeting, like the magical equivalent of gum in her hair that he pulled during the potions lesson, was so 9-years-old. But despite his ability to speak with adults and even include himself amongst them, who could ever accuse the boy of being mature?

Cutty heard Flamsteed's voice and put away the paper to draw his bowl of Pixie Puffs closer to himself. His fist tightened around the end of his spoon as he ladled some of the cereal into his mouth...and then some of it came out to the side as he sharply turned his head having witnessed Flamsteed's knee-to-table collision. "Professor, please. I'm trying to eat m'breakfast." He said, collecting himself and taking another spoonful in to make up for the one lost. He crunched and tried to swallow quickly...before Professor Flamsteed said or DID anything else. He still thought him a bit of an attention hog, but Cutty didn't mind this attribute of the Gryffindors. In fact, he sort of liked it. It enabled quite a bit to escape undetected. Such a beautiful distraction.

Clearing his throat, and eyeing the box of cereal on the table and the...er....bits that had escaped Mr. Morduant's mouth, the astronomer gave his knee another few rubs and then slid into the open space beside Miss Brown with his back facing the table. "Just a few," he chuckled, clearing his throat again and wiping his brow at that close call.

"Sorry about that, Mr. Mordaunt," he said, bowing his head and then peaking around the Ravenclaw. "Don't suppose you can spare some of the contents of that box?" He would rather like to get the spicy chicken wing taste out of his mouth and off his lips. Milk was good for that, but it was even better if it had cereal to soak in it. He had to wonder if Mr. Mordaunt, who was somewhat like him in his youth, shared a love of pouring the final bits of a box of cereal into a glass of milk. Just the sugary bits. The ones that were often seen as unwanted and tossed with the packaging when all the cereal was gone. Made for a nice little sweet accent to milk, in his personal opinion anyway.

"Hope I am not interrupting anything I ought not to be," he added as a sort of afterthought, rubbing his knee again. Merlin that was going to leave a bruise.

Ooooooooooowie.