[i]Well, that was entirely unexpected,[/i] Ronan mused to himself as his guest stood there; shaking like a leaf, trembling in apparent terror, eyes wide with panic as if she'd just seen a ghost– and, perhaps she had. The words, “How about it, then?” had barely passed from his lips as she chucked the ancient wand away with surprising force, strong enough to embed it in the wall. 

It left a [i]hole[/i], one that he would have to fix later or leave. A picture might do the job of covering it... Ronan sighed, swiftly dodging around the junk littering the room as he left it in pursuit of Miss Williams but not before retrieving the relic from its plaster crater. 

“Honestly...” he said with a wry smile even though Harley was not within hearing range. [i]Why does everyone run away when something unexpected happens? It is a human thing?[/i] At the previous initiation he had performed, one of the boys (for that was what they were, only sixteen and barely out of their childhood) had a supernatural reaction to [i]anything[/i] he touched, feeling each and every emotion left behind by humanity. Psychometry, they called it, brought on by the ambient magic of the ritual box and contents.

At his own, Ronan had called upon the Fae, but that was another matter entirely – even his subconscious didn't want to remember gossamer wings and the howling gale.

“Miss Williams? [i]Miss Williams[/i],” he said as he reached her, holding the item in one hand with the other resting nonchalantly in his pockets. Ronan wondered whether he should have given her longer to, for lack of a better wording, pull herself together; however, there was no point in letting such a fear stew. “Are you all right? Was it the wand?” He couldn't quite bring himself to sound concerned. There was no point in putting on an act. As it was, he just regarded her carefully as if expecting her to break at any moment into hysteria.