Much time had passed since Cutty had gotten himself into the lake. When he finally emerged, he broke the glassy surface of the water looking a bit the distempered selkie with his pale skin and dark hair, which appeared an oily black in it's moistened state. Step by step, the Slytherin boy left the lake behind him rising up as his water soaked clothing clung to his skinny little body. He wrung out his clothing as much as he could and thought about his shoes. He took in his surroundings and chose a moment he thought no one was looking to remove the trainers and toss them into the lake before heading back to the castle barefooted and still quite soaked. Time for a run.