If they're about to rummage through his room, open flames might not be the best idea. Martin snuffs the candles by pinching the flame with his fingers, an easy trick when your pads are coated in ice magic.

Why would anyone raise a cat in a knapsack? No, Martin doesn't have time for this question, bending over as he looks underneath his bed, finding nothing aside from hair and dust motes, a reminder to 'vacuum' the carpet soon.

"Are you sure he isn't somewhere else?" It's not that he's desperate for Anders to leave the room, rather that Pounce tends to announce his presence when Martin's around: figure-eights around his legs, lying on top of his books and meowing, or throwing cylindrical objects such as pencils and then rolling them with his paws across the carpet.