Noah watched as Catlin performed a spell on the shoes. Why hadn't he thought of that? "Aww, it didn't work!" Noah pretended to pout as he poked the shoes himself. He then looked at Becky.

"Oh that's great." he held back a groan. Minimum spells? Yikes.

He turned his attention to the cushion. "Uh oh. What's wrong with that thing?" he almost expected it to start flapping around their heads. He wracked his brain for anything that he learned at school about how to find traces of magic in things. He knew it was a familiar subject, and there HAD to be a way to do it. He was smart enough for this, wasn't he? Yes, he was, he was. These objects would NOT win. "Don't sit on it." he winked, nudging the cushion with his fist. "Well, you could. It might be entertaining."