Ronan & Scorpius
Where they was magic, Ronan was sure to follow. He wasn't in Henrietta anymore so he didn't have his ley line, but this place had its own magic, the whimsy of it all intrigued him, it pulled at him and Ronan didn't resist.
So here he was, in Hekate's Cave Metaphysical Shop. The door slammed behind him, Ronan was all gasoline and gravel and he slammed doors without care (because what he breaks can easily be replaced). There were very few things that Ronan offered a gentle touch. A very short list that consisted of his pet Raven, affectionately named Chainsaw, Adam Parrish and Gansey. None of them were here; Ronan had no reason to take caution. Ronan was an intimidating person with his shaved head, leather jacket, and scuffed boots. A Greywarn that stood six feet and two inches.
His attention ticked over to Scorpius, who greeted him, and returned the smile with a nod of his head. "Something to amplify magic," Ronan said, cooly.