Cutty almost didn't sign-up for using the playpen this term. Sure he liked animals for they did the grossest things, but it left his name somewhere as evidence. He'd changed his mind, however, once he'd seen the sign-up sheet. There were TONS of people he could hang this on if he were to get caught. He'd skipped taking his potion that morning, the one that helped him control his impulsive urges, just so that he could do this.

In the azure light of l'heure bleu he could see them all sleeping in colourful piles. Carrying to two sacks, one small and filled with something and the other large and empty, Cutty climbed the fence as quietly as he could choosing not to unfasten the latch and enter the playpen in the traditional manner, lest the noise wake other beasts or even the groundskeeper. He stood at an angle of the sleeping pygmy puffs and dug into the smaller sack and began to sprinkle what looked like little green crystals onto the ground. A special batch of homemade boogers that he'd whipped up using Dempsey's 101 Prank Potions for the young Potioneer. The boy then pointed his wand at their enclosure and set them free to grab their fill of the booger-feed.

That had been been a noisy event, however as the little puffs were making their excited noises, happy to be fed. "Silencio." Cutty aimed for the loudest of the creatures first. Better make this quick. The Slytherin boy drew out a pair of shiny shears and immediately set to work shaving each colourful fluff ball and was repeatedly fascinated by how colourful they were underneath their coats. Jolie, his own mother's pygmy puff, had grown her coat back rather rapidly after he'd shaven her, but that might have been protective magic his mother had placed on the animal anticipating such an act from him. One by one, he fleeced the little creatures. His steady and precise hand seeing to a lack of cuts or injuries, until he'd ended up with a bag full of psychedelic furrfluffenschtuff.

He looked down at the well pecked ground and saw their uneven hair-dos. Hopefully, it would grow in soon, but he didn't have time to wait and watch, so in one big scooping hug, Cutty lifted as many of the pygmy puffs as he could and placed them back into their enclosure. Collecting the strays afterward, he placed them back in as well and re-enclosed them in their glass home. Cutty twisted the opening to the fleece bag closed and secured it with a knot before he bolt out in all haste.