The latest spell had turned Manny into a celestial and he was not adjusting rather gracefully. The feathery white wings sprouting from his back were huge and required extra thought to control the foreign appendages. Not only that, he felt rather overwhelmed by – what he soon figured out – feeling the emotions of others near him.
One person’s emotions in particular actually had the now-celestial turning around to seek out the familiar source before heading back to the safety – never thought he’d say that – of the castle. Using them as a guide, he dashed towards where the felt them coming from, used to the supernatural speed from his recent demon status. He ended up at Witch’s Brew, smiling as he saw Mathias in his new shop. “Matty,” he greeted him, folding his large wings in against himself as best as he could. “Nice place you have. How are you doing?”