After dinner, Elsbeth sat in her room, practicing a transmutation spell Grandma had taught her. Something simple to start with: mending a crack in an old piece of crockery.
It was slow going at first. She could see the narrow end of the crack slowly creep upward as it healed itself. At this rate, though, itโd take hours to mend.
Wherefore wandered in and curled up in her lap. Elsbeth smiled down at the kitten, stroking her fur.