From behind the OWL notes, Cutty froze for a moment as he heard the threats Rush was dealing out. One in particular caught his interest. 'I am gonna hex you.'. Apart from their stringent obedience, there was a reason why people rarely employed spellwork toward their house-elves. They were magical creatures and as such, not all spells applied on them would be as effective as they were on other witches or wizards. Would he bother telling Bianca this?

Maybe. She had caught a photograph of the catfight of the year and he wouldn't mind seeing it, He also had a feeling that this was something of her modus operandi and between what he knew and what she caught on film there could've been a lot of money to be made. Nonetheless he kept his mouth shut. For all he knew she had a house elf herself and knew of at least one sort of hex that was effective, so he let her do her thing.



When he finally did move the notes from his face, Cutty noticed the small snake pushing a beanbag larger than herself over toward the waterfront glass of the common room. Perhaps, she was stressed out. He heard that people watched fish to relax sometimes. Agatha was going to be shouting soon, though. Hopefully that didn't interfere with the little snakettes sleeping.

Cutty didn't remember being that small as he went back to overlooking his notes.