Cedric frantically shakes his head, waving his paws and crossing them in front of him. No, no, no! Messing with magic is how this whole problem started in the first place!

Fortunately for the two of them, Howard is a Muggle, and the most the wand does is shoot a spark or two. If the wand-holder had been a wizard, Cedric would currently be a sliver of wallpaper plastered to the nearest wall.

Cedric mewls, his equivalent of a little kitty sigh, and tries to make an expression akin to wrinkling his nose. It twitches instead. Hey, I found the bag. It smelled good.

Now that he has Howard's assistance, he curls up in Howard's hand and purrs, hoping to comfort both of them. There's a complicated task ahead, and...it might not show as readily, but Cedric's afraid too. As much as he loves cats, he does not want to be one. Cats are loving and wonderful, but they're no substitute for real human boyfriends.

Back to business. He straightens up and points a paw at the bags surrounding the bowl that Emergency Rations now occupies. Flour, knocked-over pepper shaker, some orange juice...

Cedric awkwardly bends a paw and stirs it, trying to imitate stirring. He manages a few rotations, then topples over and sprawls out over Howard's fingers.

No one ever said the life of a cat was easy.