Mikey took a hurried half step backwards as Nate fanned out his wings and took to the air. Papers rustled as the essays on his desk got hit by a back draft and Mikey had a brief moment of panic over the possibility that Nate might mistakenly do something like well, excrete on the library book, but then Nate came gracefully back down to the table, folding his wings in as he perched.
Mikey breathed a silent sigh of relief and then carefully brought his wand up - hoping such an action wouldn't communicate as a teleport-inducing threat - and cast the spell to reverse the transformation.
Nate began to shift upwards in a blur of reddy feathers and Mikey wondered whether maybe the floor would've been a better starting place given the table's height. He was fairly convinced there was enough room between it and the ceiling for a person to stand. Fairly.
Then Nate started to rise up further and the issue of space dropped completely from Mikey's mind. Because there were still feathers, lots of them. In fact if he wasn't mistaken, Nate had a set of wings poking out from his back.
"Huh," he said, dumbly. That hadn't been part of the plan.