By the time the Imp showed up, carrying trays of snacks for his mistress, Gerry had left for the gym with a half dozen Witches following him, and Wolfe was lying on a lounger, drip-drying after a short swimming race with a few of the senior class witches.
In theory, the girls who had followed Gerry to the gym also just wanted to work out. It was merely a coincidence that they were doing it while either facing or showing off for him and a few other guys who had joined the group.
Wolfe took the tray of snacks from the Imp and whispered so that the nearby witches missed their topic of conversation. "I'll take those for you. Do you know a spell to break through a magical disguise?"
"I do, but you have to be much stronger than the caster, and you won't be able to change them back. But if you use a suppression spell, you can force them to show their true appearance for a while."
