The little Slytherin boy was again glowy, as if in the aftermath of a sweat. He took out a piece of parchment and crossed something off of his to-do list for the week, then dropped to the ground releasing his school bag from his shoulders to open it. He sighed satisfactorily and pulled out a small case the sides of which had metallic purple words.


'Little Lord Hellion's Trouble-makin' Kit'.

Cutty unlatched the sides and began to systematically rummage through it whilst humming a tune which sounded vaguely militaristic. Then, he paused, quite suddenly as his eyes and ears scanned the immediate surroundings making sure he was totally alone before he added lyrics. "Is this forever? A cauldron of happiness? Do you really care? More than my heart can endure? Your love's a potion of despair which I'm sure. No. Bezoar can cure!"