He walks forward until he stands in front of the desk, looking at Professor Rammsteiner with an unusual intensity in his red eyes. "It doesn't work as well as it should," he states, a slight frown twisting at his mouth. He hates failure. It's frustrating, it's a waste of time. He hates being reminded of his limits. Has it always been this way? He isn't sure. "I can perform rudimentary spells, but not much else."

He shrugs, a slight shift of his shoulders. "I'm not sure why. So I thought I'd come to you."