[Figuring out how to use this new power-- fine, magic, was hard. Maintaining it was only slightly less difficult. Ronan had to keep his eyes fixed on his patronus. In the form of a night horror from one of his dreams, some twisted leathery creature with two beaks, wings, and the vague shape of a man, it leaped after the Dementors. They scattered but it pursued, chasing them away before it got too close to anyone.
It was fucking amazing, seeing one of the creatures that tried to kill him now kicking the ass of someone else. There was a tight smile on his face in spite of the effort the spell demanded.
When he heard Dixon, he glanced at him instinctively. The memory of their fight flashed through his mind and Ronan scrambled to turn his focus back to the first time he'd kissed his boyfriend.]
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It was fucking amazing, seeing one of the creatures that tried to kill him now kicking the ass of someone else. There was a tight smile on his face in spite of the effort the spell demanded.
When he heard Dixon, he glanced at him instinctively. The memory of their fight flashed through his mind and Ronan scrambled to turn his focus back to the first time he'd kissed his boyfriend.]
I don't need your help.