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"Oh, Merlin. Not your father." He didn't even know Cale Markus Newell, but some how he'd managed to put enough dread in that statement that if someone should've walked in just then they might have gotten the idea that the boy's relationship with the girl's father was just exactly that of someone's whose advances with said daughter were thwarted by said father. Nothing could be further from the truth for Sophie and Cutty.
Cutty was smirking as Sophie went on, though. Talking about their activities on the way back. He released an audible peal of laughter as she went on about the prank she'd been thinking. "You mean the one that they head boy told made the prefects and captains think yew liked me, loov?"
"Sophie, I'm going to do something I rarely do for anyone. I'm going to be honest with yer. Yer style isn't lacking, booht your execution needs some wehrk. I mean, did you even have billywigs on yer when yer went into the prefects compartment? Did yer?" And thank Merlin he wasn't feeling well or else he might have gone on in this arrogance to say something about her having little else to do but ask for his attention if she wanted it. Merlin forgive my little terd. He knows not what he does. "Not so random. In fahct. We should probably invent one just for this. A potion to induce fear. You'll want to put them in a position where they are likely to feel too much pride to go to anyone." He said as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "And then joost follow them around. Get them alone and make noises at them and marvel at the potency of a magical imagination." And why stop at just one individual...? He'd let her determine that.
Sophie agreed with him about her father--he's not the one Cutty wanted to talk to. They were on mutual grounds, so she said nothing about that. Then he called her "Love", which earned him an eye roll.
"Don't call me Love," she muttered. To her, it always seemed like a sign of disrespect, no matter if Cutty meant it that way or not. She wanted to be respected, and that was that.
"Don't flatter yourself either. I did that, because I wanted mass chaos--not a boyfriend." If she had wanted a boyfriend, she at least had better ways of going about it.
Sophie raised her eyebrows when it seemed he was going to do something different and un-Cuttylike for her.
"Well, no, because I didn't really want to get into trouble. Had I actually had billywigs, I'd have been sent straight to the Headmistress upon getting here, and I just wanted a little fun on the way there. Not expulsion," she said.
The he went on describing his own plans for a potion, plans that Sophie didn't know if she was entirely on board with yet.
"I don't know, Cutty. I'm more spur of the moment," she said.
"I like getting people when they're at their best, because if I impair them, then that's not their best." She shrugged. Didn't Culloden just have them brew a potion that would, in the end, accomplish the same thing Cutty was wanting to do?