Matochkin blinks, and swears a few times. That was unexpected.

On the other hand, anyone who can't feel the weird chromey taste in the air or the greasy feeling of too much concentrated power along the skin of their teeth that comes about as a result of a magical discharge in an already highly power-saturated geographical region probably has the magical capacity of Ray Stantz. Whatever just happened has everything in the area quivering at magical critical mass.

Now to find that invisible child and make this happen. Matochkin reaches into his coat pocket and withdraws a vial of fine grey powder, and starts muttering an unwholesome chant under his breath as he unscrews the top.