Text Cut: Cutty!
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SlytherinSistah 
Cutty knew he was awesome. So when Beverly stated that Christmas was not cool enough for him, he had to agree. "Yeah. That's probably it." He said calmly, as if they'd used logical deduction to figure something out just now. At least they got the bottom of the mystery.
The Slytherin boy watched as another Gingerbread man had died in spectacular glory. 'Cruk St. Germaine, December 2083-December 2083, He lived a sweet life and died a crummy death', is what the epitaph would say. Cruk. What kind of a name was Cruk?
Whilst he considered other ways to vent on his annoyance over the garish holiday, Cutty heard Bev say it. It was neither a smile like Toby, nor torrential tears like Marigold. It was sort of matter-of-fact. As if she were simply stating a fact. He didn't feel sorry for Beverly Wayne, instead, he read her tone as one of strength. "Naff 'n a half holiday, anyway." He said as if to move away from the conversation on Bev's dead mum. If he wanted to know more, Obituaries were at the London Magical Archives & Library. Mr. Wayne with all the money he had wasn't likely to be a low-pro name. This was interrupted by Majnun, spreading his black wings overhead and coming in for a landing. He dipped his beak into a bit of sliced sausage from someone's plate and devoured it like a boss then departed from the Great Hall having dropped off Cutty's latest shipment. "Yer done with yer breakfast? I got some imports in to show yer." He said wrapping his greedy little hands around the brown wrapped box.
"Of course," Beverly agreed coolly, going along. He was SUCH a boy. Too cool for a holiday, as if, but she'd let him go with it. Anything was cooler than Christmas. What with all of the cheesy holiday cards. People sending others presents in hopes to receive some in return. Pfft! Just go out and by yourself whatever you wanted. What was the need to wait for someone to buy it for you? And don't get her started on Christmas carols, just a big ball of NO.
This is sort of why she didn't make up an excuse for her dislike for the holiday. Beverly had a feeling Cutty wouldn't start with the 'I'm sorry to hear that' or whatever other pity party people usually threw at her. Popping more Pixie Puffs into her mouth, she nodded with a shrug.
She didn't say more as they were briefly accompanied by an owl. Her eyes studied the creature as it ate someone's food. Loser dweeb. Oh, a delivery. What ever did Cutty Mordaunt have there? Beverly wanted to know. She pushed the bowl of Pixie Puffs away and turned her body toward Cutty. "You have my undivided attention." Now show her.