Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

"Oh, I personally think she was probably trying to draw my attention that way. Trying to get me to think of her like that and make herself seem more desirable. She even crawled out of some barrels and caused a fuss in front of one of my best clients! Mental I tell you, mental." Or, that's how it was in Cutty's reality. Which he didn't think was too terribly off, given the additional information he'd received on Fern having stolen Benzi's Aparecium. "I'm willing to part with mine. For the right price. Have you got 4 sickles?" He was originally going to ask for 7, and possibly could get it if he threw in the fact that Sophie Newell had been the last person besides Cutty to handle the copy of the Aparecium, but there was that thing about going to the bathroom elsewheres of sleeping quarters.

While he waited for Benzi's reply, Cutty concentrated on the myriad of uses the spell possibly had to motivate himself towards performing it perfectlye. I mean, heck if Benzi Rider could do it why not Cutty Mordaunt. He stared at his next target and winding his wand in the motion familiar, he casted.


"Siccus Aerous!". The hot little gust propelled itself towards it's target and pushed itself into the nooks of the crumpled parchment until it had caused it to steadily unravel like a bursting bud. When Cutty felt the gust dying down, he applied the charm again keeping it going long enough to get the parchment sheet dry enough so that it made that crinkling sound again.