Mogget was on his way to the Redbright Institute when he heard the scuffle break out. Normally he'd ignore it; it was hardly uncommon to witness a fight or two in London. But this one was different. A surge of magic made his fur stand on end. Mogget froze for a moment, crouching on the ground, and then slowly, carefully made his way to the source of the magic.

The cat hugged the shadows of the alleyway, pausing when he recognised a familiar figure. "Oh, dear. What's this?"