Room 507, Friday Afternoon

Ronan lay on his floor, staring at the ceiling, as a hundred thousand thoughts ran through his head: he'd missed his clinic shift this week; his wizardry seemed like it was starting to be... he wasn't even sure, but something; and there was the... encounter... with Teddy and Chad, too, and he still wasn't even sure how he felt about that. Although it would probably help to speak to them about it, he wasn't quite ready to do so.

Thus, laying on the floor; his emo was strong today.


[Door's closed, post's open, feel free to disturb the emo!]