Good at Transfiguration, well, that was a good sign. Terrence smiled, his grin widening when she asked.
"Yeah, sure," he said easily. "Any ideas about what you'd be?"
He hadn't known, had in fact thought that he would be a coyote, but Ella had hit it right on the nail. His form, therefore, hadn't been a surprise at all; it was comfortable to him, and a pleasant reminder of how well she understood him.