Tea? Cutty liked tea. "I'd love a cuppa. Thank you, Professor Flamsteed." Yes. And it was a good opportunity to see just how much trust mattered to Airey Flamsteed. Work on their Student-Professor realtionship a bit. Upon entering the office space of one, Airey Leighton Flamsteed, Cutty took a moment to look around the office.

Meticulous.

It suggested a sort of formal training. Naval, perhaps? But it didn't seem very likely based upon Flamsteed's slighter-side physique. Maybe it was the product of socialization, or even a lack of exactly that. With the Professor's level of intelligence, Cutty would be very surprised if he had any friends at all. No one relates.

Oooh, books! Cutty's eyes darted toward the wood cabinets behind the Professor's desk and read the spines of each of the books. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, h'mm? Cutty hadn't heard of it, but it sounded promising. Space would probably be a good storing place for one's valuables. Better than a vault at Gringotts, really, which the Goblin's kept refusing to give him without his parent present. And, if that book promised to learn him how to go about in the galaxy that was promising. Cutty had only read a handful of Muggle books in his lifetime, and those were met with mixed results as he now thought that James Bond was a real person who'd lived and worked for the muggle government as a covert operative over a century ago.


Shortly before moving over to the black frames with the child-like drawings in them, then over to the be-wigged rock sitting upon a pink pillow exuding happiness to the space around her. That was the final resting place for Cutty's sight.

It was like looking into the man's soul.