He was silent as he watched, and it was probably abundantly clear - especially to anyone observant - that he was absolutely rapt. Physical displays of magic weren't something he was entirely familiar with. His world never lent itself to that, but he knew that there was a chance for it. Cabeswater was like a version of it: it was a manifestation of the ley line. Everything Ronan dreamed: manifestations. The way he'd been saved from those tiles outside the school: a manifestation.

But nothing quite like out of a fantasy movie, not like this. This was like everyone's true version of magic, and he was all right with it.

Actually, he was really curious as to if he could do that one day.

"That's part of this place, isn't it? The energy you're using." It was speculation, of course, but his experiences lent themselves to it: not drawing power from oneself, but from an outside source. "You're tapping into whatever's keeping this place afloat?"