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SlytherinSistah 
Ugh. Was it that time again? Cutty wore a look that suggested if one were to sneeze in his general direction, it wouldn't be out of his way for him to transfigure the offending orifice into a pair of snapping fingers. How's that for involuntary reaction?!
It was all the Christmas what did it. Not his favourite holiday. Not by a long shot. He rather disliked it. And so it pleased him when he took a seat near one, Beverly Juniper Wayne and saw that she was single handedly beheading all of the gingerbread men at their table like a guillotine girl. Very nice! And she had on a scowl as she was doing it too. This was authentic. Maybe Walker said something that girls would find idiotic. Heh.
"Joost the head? I'm sure there are other parts that might be as equally deserving of severing?" He suggested, popping on of the severed gingerbread heads into his mouth and reaching for his beloved Pixie Puffs cereal.
Beverly was in the middle of planning to write a letter to her cousin and demand he lend her his catapult. She knew of things existence and it could come in useful. That was, until that familiar accent reached her ears.
Cutty Mordaunt had entered her den.
"You're right," she said, swirling on her bum back toward the table, as she had been facing the other away. Picking up one of the beheaded gingerbread men, she broke it right in half, where it'd hurt the most if it could feel. Letting it fall back on the tray, she dusted her hands. Job well done.
"How's that? Or should I break the legs off, too?" Christmas and her just didn't mix. Could you tell?