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One last tight hug as Ronyo slid back, still knelt down with the girl, but he smiled back at her. She was calming down and also taking her control back, she was a Gryffindor after all. She couldn't remember the spells she fired, which Ronyo would leave out the last three spells just to not cause the girl any extra grief. That said something though, said something about her inner raw magic coming up through her weakened emotional state and letting loose. Ronyo understood the damage that could do as the year Colton and Phi left he was forced to dip into his raw magic just to perform basic spells in class. The results had been powerful and more like his first few years when he was starting to figure out his two wands. Likely her new secretive nature played a small part in the action, that part Jason would have to help with, but the other part Ronyo could in fact be of guidance.

"You're taking Wandless magic, you know about the idea finding your raw magical center right? That is where are power like that comes from, it has a tendency to work through our emotional states and act through our basic natural instincts. When I scared you, your body and mind acted to defend yourself and so you dipped into your raw magical center to stop what had scared you and hurt you. I have refrained from purposefully drawing strength from that source because of how wild and powerful it can be. However you might be able to tap into that source with more control than I can because...well because you are already learning to control a more wild side of yourself now. I can help you gain that control, and it comes with the awesome bonus of learning a new spell too. I can show you how to use that power you showed me when you want to use it not just when you're in danger. It might take some time, but it begins with teaching you how to cast a patronus."

Ronyo shifted on the ground to actually sit rather than be in the kneeling position he was in. His smile grew a bit as Remy lit up about the idea of learning how to cast a patronus. It would also help with her own control of both physical and other magical means. Still the spell was a difficult one to attempt and try, considering it required the source of a happy memory to even start. Even once Remy got the spell it would take more practice to get it to manifest in order to see what her inner self was portrayed as.

"I can teach you the idea and the necessary mental tools, the act is all on you. It is a hard spell, so don't be fooled into thinking this will be easy. However I feel you are more than capable of accomplishing the task with enough time put in to it. I think for now though we should look into cleaning up and maybe something to eat. We can set up times that work best for you for the lessons. I will be on campus for a bit working the case Eretria hired me for," Ronyo snapped his fingers and laughed as he realized the other thing he wanted to ask Remy, "Which reminds me, have either you or Jason noticed anything?"

The girl did not seem to have a high opinion of herself, despite almost knocking him across the dueling arena not a moment before. Sure she had been angry at that point but still she had the power and the skill to be a great dueler. She was captain of her house's Quidditch team, something didn't add up still. Ronyo had kept track of the victories through the paper and knew the crimson and gold was not faring well, but still that was no reason to feel down about yourself. After all as much as Ronyo enjoyed playing it was still a game that once he graduated held no real sway on his life.

"Sounds like you have some problems going on there. Get cleaned up and you can tell me about it while we eat, unless you need to get back to the castle. I'll settle up with Belle and clean up myself, you pick the place as I was never really knowledgeable about places to eat in Hogsmeade."

Seeing Remy take such a short time in reading herself had Ronyo chuckling. He was hoping he would have time to make himself more presentable than the sweaty mess he was right now. He was sure the girl would wait for him regardless but it was still humorous to witness. As the young pup spoke about places to eat her description of the Madame Puddifoot's place was also amusing. Apparently the girl was not in a relationship at the moment, likely still getting over Sam. That was one aspect of school Ronyo had failed to gain any experience in at all. He had always been more concerned about what was going on in the school, how his friends were, and what he could do to improve himself more. Even now that was still the case, a fact not lost on the white haired detective but also not one he was really worried about.

"Broomsticks it is then. You will have to excuse me, I'm not nearly as quick to clean up as you young one."

With that Ronyo moved to exit the dueling arena, Remy hopefully right behind. Seeing Belle no longer at her desk the detective senses something was going on in his old seeker friend's life. None the less Ronyo left a note on the woman's desk that thanked her for the wonderful establishment and to hold on to his remaining coin as a tab for whenever he came in again. Moving to his bag Ronyo removed his drenched white shirt showing the small scars from his repeated apparartions still on the heal. His smooth chest was awash with perspiration and made the white haired man almost seem to shine. With a few charms to remove the moisture from his skin and to kill the smell created in the process Ronyo moved to put his button down shirt and vest back on. After a quick brushing of his hair to help tame it the detective smiled at Remy as he picked up his bag.

"Alright all set, lead the way then."

He had crawled for what seemed like forever through the broken earth and splintered wood. his hip and finger tips had new wounds from the jagged rocks and small spear like splinters in the ground. They hardly registered to the beaten and battered wizard, he just had to focus on his current goal. Reach the edge of the spell and then disapparate out of that place. His mind had been made up as to who to go to for the reasoning of not wanting to trouble the rest of the Chimera with his injuries. They would need to focus now as he was beginning to understand what he had to do. He needed to get stronger and there was only one person he knew that could help him do that now. It would mean leaving, but the time spent would be more than worth it.

His appearance in the dueling shop had been as much a surprise to himself as anyone close by. Ronyo had simply kept the shop in his mind as he crawled and continued to attempt the apparartion as he really did not know how big the area of effect had been. The detective all but crashed landed in the shop nearly hitting the main counter in the process. Feeling the sudden change from rough earth to cool floors Ronyo let out a breath of relief and found the cool floor comforting. He just hopped Belle did not mind him dropping in like this.

Stepping into the foyer of the dueling range, Leo halted a moment as his eyes adjusted to the soft lighting. The place had a kind of charm that reminded him of Hogwarts. Far from perfection, and much the better for it. The warm wood toned down the harsh feel that the brick exterior built up. His ocean blue eyes scanned the wall as he walked slowly forward. A variety of options existed for customers; practice on targets, dummies, dueling a trainer or private lessons. There were even a variety of environments to duel in. It looked like the DADA professor should bring classes down here to practice. What a set up. As an Auror, he could definitely appreciate the layout.

Lastly he stopped in front of a board that posted job listings. The owner was looking for a receptionist and a trainer. Leo knew that he had just been thinking about needing some sort of work to stay busy but he hadn’t meant to rush into anything. It was so random, yet, at the same time, it kind of felt like it was a piece falling into place. After all, he had been wondering what he was qualified for. He studied hard in school and did well on his OWLs and NEWTs, but he had always thought that his dueling was his strongest area.

Stepping back, he turned for the test and cleared his throat. He wasn’t about to jump into something blindly. He didn’t even know anything about the owner and certainly didn’t want to work under some fat, bossy wank that would work him to death.

Of course, a voice whispered in his mind, if he DID work in Hogsmeade, he would be that much closer to Ally in case something happened and she needed him. Hogsmeade was a cute village and it was nice to be immersed inside of the wizarding community. Maybe they could get a little place on the outskirts of town. This summer Ally might even want to get a little job in town running errands. Or if she wanted to shop, Hogsmeade prices were always fairly reasonable.

Still, that didn’t mean that he had to work HERE, Leo reasoned with himself. One thing at a time, he cautioned himself. Tonight, let’s just have a little fun.

Turning around, he leaned back to sit lightly on the edge of the desk and wait for the attendant to arrive.

The voice that had floated out from further back in the studio was muffled and he couldn’t discern much about the speaker. Regardless, someone was on their way. In the interim, he looked over the options posted on the wall. Dueling sounded like a good distraction for the evening, but what was he up for? The Bullseye Accuracy or Paper Targets sounded entertaining and low key. But the Auror’s challenge was tempting. At least he could step into his old career in some vicarious manner.

He was still turning his options over when he was joined in the foyer by the apparent owner of the voice that had called out. Turning his head, without standing from his casual recline on the desk, ocean blue orbs swept over the pretty young thing that sauntered forward.

Clearly not a ‘fat, bossy wank’.

One eyebrow arched as he looked her over. Perhaps she was the daughter of the owner? It certainly couldn’t be owned by…well, someone so petite and beautiful. Not that she came off as delicate.

In his past line of work, Leo was used to putting assumptions aside and assessing people for what they were. She followed the habit that many young wizards and witches took these days of dressing more in line with the Muggle fashions. He had always wandered some where inbetween. For instance, tonight’s dark wash dungarees and buttoned black shirt with a waist coat weren’t exactly haute coutre but they wouldn’t necessarily stand out in a Muggle crowd. However, the long sweeping black coat that he wore smacked of the older style fashions among wizards. He supposed that his look, so dark and out of pace with current trend, showed his lack of concern for fads, which only spoke to concern that must lay elsewhere. Plus the dark tones that he always favored often led observers to wonder about his allegiances. Let them wonder. But this woman. Woman? Or girl? She looked on the cusp of womanhood but without a line on her face or a gray hair on her head. Her body ripe with vitality and quickness. Coupled with her choice of attire, especially those shoes, he could tell she was much more than a pretty blonde.

Not that her beauty could be denied.

None the less, he didn’t miss the suspicion in her tone. It drew a cocky smirk to his lips. After a year of trying to mother and father an orphaned girl and having neighbors and friends running around to check on him and tell him what a saint he was, he rather enjoyed being suspected of nefarious activity. Standing up from his recline with slow purposefulness, his smirk never wavering, he turned to face her. Even with her monster stilettos, he stood tall at 6’4.

”Indeed.” His voice came in a low rumble. ”I wanted to have a look at what you had to offer. Perhaps find some distraction tonight.” The innuendo was perhaps out of line. He might have an apology coming to his new employer if he worked there for hitting on the man’s daughter. But a few moments of harmless flirting couldn’t be blamed. Tipping his head toward the boards, a lock of dark blonde hair falling down over his forehead as he pointed out the Auror’s Challenge.

”I’m up for a bit of fun. I’ll take that one.” What could he say, throw a pretty girl in the room and he get a little daring. Not that there was anything to fear. He had battled and caught dark wizards for real. A simulated duel would be fun. Especially after not getting to use his wand for not much more than household chores the last few months.

Looking back to the pretty blonde as he then pointed to the job listing board, ”An’ I’d like to speak to the owner, if he’s available.” Good job not jumping in to anything, stupid tosser, he chided himself. But still, if this job came with dueling on the grounds and such an appealing coworker, really, how bad could the owner possibly be?

She wasn’t appreciating his eyes traveling over her, yet she hardly looked affronted. That made it all the more fun. The tension in the room was thickening as those glittering emerald eyes grew sharper with each passing moment and inflected word. She wasn’t blushing or looking uncomfortable. Where had such strength and down right balls-iness came from? Her jewelry didn’t make it hard to discern that she came from money. Or else had a guy that kept her in money….No, not with that little attitude. She wouldn’t be a ‘kept’ girl. It was her money, but she didn‘t make it here. Still, it didn’t add up. The sort of family that had money enough to wear that sort of jewelry during the work day wouldn’t be bothering with a Dueling Range, so his initial guess that she was the daughter of the owner, was probably wrong.

And then she leveled him with it. All those moments in life where you think that you ought to be careful and you choose not to listen…those are all quickly followed by spectacular failure. By now he ought to know better. After all, he had even cautioned himself against appearances when he met her. And still, he let her taunt little figure and pretty face cloud his judgment. When she first announced herself, his face wiped clean of expression as he processed his mistake. But as the wheels rolled back into motion and he accepted what an a** he had made of himself and all that was left to do was smile at his own ignorance. And he did. A broad white smile broke out.

”Well now, my lady, I’m not the sort of man that begs but I’m not too proud to offer apologies. Though mistaking the owner of a Dueling Range for a lovely young woman and treating her as such, surely can’t carry much of a penalty for so little offense. And while its not begging, I might be convinced to be excessively polite beyond the bounds of my normal character, if you were to grant me a second chance at making a first impression.”

It was a sickness. At Hogwarts, it had been Yvette Yardley. At the Ministry, it was that gorgeous secretary in the Werewolf Capture Unit offices. Blondes just made him a little more bold and a little less smart. But it wasn’t anything that he cared to change. Who didn’t love looking at a beautiful woman?

Of course, now that he had been about to ask this one for a job, he might already have shot himself in the foot. Metaphorically speaking. Still, in his mind, he was showing restraint. He hadn’t asked her out yet or Apparated her off somewhere tropical. Restraint had never been a strong point of his. How many times, when he was working for the Ministry, did he get called into the office the next day about the damages that the criminals had sustained during capture? Quite a few. How many times had he bit his tongue rather that boldly persue a woman he was interested in?….Very few.

But this would have to be one of those times. Bowing slightly, grin never faulting and his eyes never leaving hers, he stood, ”Good evening, ma’am. My name is Leo David and as I’ve just become acquainted with your charming little business here, I find myself very interested in the position that you have advertised for as a trainer.” A dash of playful intention still sparkled in his eyes, even though his tone was all polite and proper. ”Might a foolish man such as myself still have a chance at applying?”

He knew that he would be good at the position. And it would be especially rewarding to train a new generation of witches and wizards the intricacies and nuances of the duel. Especially with dark wizards on the rise and a new Dark Lord working to gain power. In fact his hand nearly itched to get back to work. It seemed the only hard part of the job would be learning to think of his boss in only professional ways.