Taking a seat, Morrigan watched as the young man stuck closely to her, his eyes still clouded. Recalling the surprised look on John's face, Morrigan smirked. "You look like you've seen something new." Idly, her dominate hand moved to play with the student's hair, watching for any sort of reaction.
She may as well have been playing with a scrap of cloth. The boy sat at her feet, not acknowledging anything. Morrigan's movement slowed and then stopped entirely. "Say something." she commanded.
The student appeared to be in thought and Morrigan's eyes narrowed. In a flash, she grabbed his hair and pulled, sending him onto his side, where he landed with a rough grunt. His eyes were clear and he was gasping for air.
"I- Sorr- I wa-"
"You will speak when I tell you to speak!" Morrigan fired back, her tone autocratic and impassioned. "Speaking doesn't require thought! Manipulate your vocal chords and say something- even something like 'Ah' would be fine! Do you understand?"
The student, his face grinding into the carpet, somehow managed to manipulate his neck enough to move his head in a sign of understanding. Morrigan's eyes blazed for a moment before her grip relaxed and she smoothed his hair back to his head. He was gasping for air, murmuring gibberish, and looked noticeably humbled.
His shoulders shaking, he lifted his eyes to Morrigan. "My apologies." he said quietly.
Morrigan gave John a quick smirk and then moved to hug the student, shushing him. "It's fine, for now. Acknowledging me as the one who's in control can be very difficult. Oh, don't start crying!"
Sure enough, the student had began to cry, clinging to her. In any other situation, it would've been heartwarming. Morrigan pulled away from the student, reaching out to wipe his tears away. "Who told you to cry?" she asked.
He was so upset, that he couldn't manage any sort of real answer. The power shift was a great one, and Morrigan was well aware that subjecting a newcomer to it was tantamount to shoving them off of a cliff and telling them to pray that a safety net was on the bottom; but this show had to be believable.
"John." she said, looking back to him. "Some tea, please. I think it would help all of us."