He was carrying a tray of what looked and smelled an awful lot like hot chocolate. And maybe it was. Sweets biz 'n all. But how likely was it that Cutty Mordaunt was to do anything usual?

He made his way into their snake den from the dungeon corridor and secret entrance and set down the cupped concoctions on the small table immediately in front of Barrington and Whitlock. "Perfect! It's yew two. And yer don't look busy." Although, truthfully if both Dante and Grayson had been studying for Transfig, whilst swallowing swords and crying, Cutty wouldn't said the same thing. "I'm testing out bevvies for me sweets selling operation. I need yer honest opinions on soomthin' I've whipped oop in the kitchens."

He helped himself to a seat near the other two he-snakes.