[He lets out a huff of breath. Of course. Of fucking course. Harry's luck is so passing onto him that it's not even funny at this point.]

A Changeling. And no wizard in sight. Imagine that.

[His eyes flicker from blue to blue silver to pewter as he calls upon his Demon momentarily. The sated beast is okay with making an appearance, so it doesn't take much for him to wrestle it back into its cage.]

Since fair is fair, Changeling, I'm a vampire of the White Court. House Raith, if you know anything about it.