Cutty was enjoying his elf-warmed spot near the fire and looking over his ill-begotten notes when Gregoire did it.
An attempt at a wand whipping Bianca Rush.
He wasn't from Beauxbaton, was he? No petit prince from the French school would've displayed such defensive behaviour AT a witch no matter the severity of the offense she'd done. They were taught chivalry and on top of that, Cutty had met enough students from the school to understand that they were just too high post to dirty their hands that way. No. Bastion wasn't a Beauxbaton. But then, where was he from? And why had he let people think that he was. He found this interesting.
But what if Healer Murdoch had shown her face at that exact moment? To see Gregoire with his wand all in Bianca's face?
Hey! What if Professor Bellaire was?
Cutty drew down his notes again this time to fix his stare somewhere on Agatha Hapgood. Perhaps, in a subtle manner given all that was going on in the room. He had to muster a happy thought somehow.
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Just as Gregoire was about to fall asleep gently near the fireplace, he heard a commotion from behind him near the couches. Turning his head he noticed several people there, one being Agatha, and a house elf who was being yelled at...Seriously!? Did the other Snakes not know respect or something! Yeah the thing might have tried to fall asleep instead of doing it's job, but that no excuse to threaten hexing the poor being! The House Elves worked hard all year to take care of the students here, so they should be shown at least a bit of respect!
Swiftly getting up, Gregoire walked over to the group wand pulled out. Defensively, he stood in front of the house elf who, the first year, Dalton, had just shooed away. "Your going to have to hex me first then." Gregoire said, his French accent thick and strong, yet still assertive and protective. Wand pointed at the girl (Bianca), an icy cold blue glare at her as well. A grim smirk fell across his face. "If you do, I'm not afraid to hex you either. House Elves are beings too. They deserve to be treated with at least a bit of decent respect."
With his other hand, the Slytherin fourth year signaled for the house elf, Tippin? Yeah, it said it's name, and it was Tippin. To come to his side.
Cutty raised his wand in the practiced fashion that Professor Culloden had taught him and uttered the spell, "
Expecto Patronum!" The thinnest whisp of non-corporeal cloudiness dodged the situation in the common room completely as it exited. Or did it?
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Toddles Toddles moves little feetsies towards snakes room. Toddles curious wheres Tippins is. Yes Toddles was. Toddles was seeing studenties. Toddles scared yes Toddles was. Toddles knows no ones. Toddles sees Tippins with studenties and Toddles taps Tippins on shoulders. "Tippins you hurts?"
Studenties behaving badly towards elf. Toddles angries. Yes Toddles was.
Then they were joined by another elf. The one and same that had had the encounter with Professor Bellaire the day of the opening feast. "
Toodles." Cutty began with a warm smile, the happiness mustered for having casted a call for the protector still lingered like a veil over his countenance. "
Why don'tchyer take Tippin somewhere safe and owtoff the dungeons? Professor Bellaire might be on her way." Cause he called the ladies there with the spell.
Hope everyone had a gooooood story formulating.