Trever wouldn't take to kindly to his cat being transfigured into a spoon-rest. For her part, she arches her back and rubs against Rhys' legs before flopping hard at his feet.

"I think she's got some bit else in her too. She's an odd one." There's a shrug. "I've never known her to be much of a talker." He means the painting now. Or at least the person who was in the painting.