That makes Desmond snort without meaning to, though he's quick to muffle the sound. He doesn't want to explain the reason for the amusement anyway -- namely, that a cat that comes when called would be a first.

Well, he didn't think learning to be a witch was going to be easy. He squares his shoulders and nods, lifting the book slightly. "Guess I'll have to work on that, then."

Really, he should be content to leave things at that, but ... this is the first time he's actually met a fae in person. He can't help being at least a little curious what he looks like, beyond being a cat, so he uses the tip of his finger to draw a symbol against the solid wood beneath his feet, squinting as he concentrates.

As always, there's a tiny flare of magic as the spell takes hold, dimming his view of the 'real' world and letting all the supernatural beings shine like beacons in his eyes. The other witches are warm, orange glows, their magic linked together. Mogget, on the other hand ...

Desmond drops the spell almost as soon as he's cast it, taking in a sharp breath, eyes wide.