Eventlessly, Cutty had gotten up and taken one of the jars from the desk, took it back to his desk and scourgified it. He'd gotten so used to performing cleaning spells in Potions class that it felt almost effortless. He resumed his seat and placed the jar before him, scourgifying the outside to remove his fingerprints.


"Diminuendo." His eye floated casually toward the apple Professor Quigley had given to Eden. "Diminuendo." And his paranoid Slytherin brain began to wonder...."Dimin-yoo-endo."

...Was he being played?