Casting Spells and Taking L’s

I dragged Ronan out of the courtyard before anyone could start asking questions, keeping a firm grip on his shoulder as I led him through the quieter halls. He didn't resist, but I had already come to terms with what the new Ronan was, even if I wasn't sure. I tried to brush off the thoughts of this person being no more than a loyal pet, a little guy that goes where I tell him to does what I ask of him, and follows me silently like a well-trained hound dog. He kind of was like that, except a hound that could fire pure arcane energy out of his paws… or hands. 

Did I break him? Again? That'd be annoying.

Once we were clear of any lingering students or nosey professors, I let go and turned to face him. He stood there, staring at me, eyes blank but focused, waiting.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Okay, so, let's start simple. Do you even know what you just did back there?"

Ronan blinked, slow, calculating. "…I won."