Amy
"Well... Yes... Yes it does."

*She thought for a moment.*

"I had figured your curse would be more... Random. It appears to be just a ridiculously increased degree of power, at least with this spell. You shouldn't be trying to *Stop* It, you should learn to control it. I can't manage that degree of power even myself."
Sharon
"Honestly, I'm surprised that I got that close at all. When I was first tested for entry, I accidentally changed a tree's colors. Sometimes I've turned things to chickens, shrunk them down, and cheese. I can't count the number of times I've accidentally turned something- or Divines forbid, someone- into a wheel of cheese. And once, when I was young, I tried to cast a lightning spell without knowing what I was doing. Well, this is what happened."

*He pulled up the sleeve of his arm a bit, raising the back of his hand for Nereva to see. The skin was wrinkled and scarred like a bad burn, but it also had a strange pattern to it. His previous words gave all the info needed.*

"...It redirected to a ring I had been wearing, and it singed the back of my hand."
Amy
"The scar on my face is from a... Similar incident. Not the Gold, thats different. But you haven't given up yet! So there is hope!"

*She seemed uncharacteristically cheerful.*

"What you're describing, it's like you've got the Wabbajack in you..."
Sharon
"I suppose that's the best way to describe it, and an apt one given Sheogorath's utter unpredictability. Perhaps he finds my situation and its chaos amusing, or irritating. Really, I've no way to know. I dread the idea of speaking to him in person. But regardless, thank you very much for your help with this. Is there something else I could attempt?"
Amy
*She teleported another book. Stonefist, a spell which pulled a stone from the ground and propelled it at swift speeds. She handed it to him.*

"Try not to put a hole through the wall."
Sharon
"Let's see... Levitation. Okay, I would brace. Uh..."

*Once again, he readied himself, and began to channel magicka. Slowly, the ground began to shudder. Cracks started forming in the floor, and a stone emerged from the ground, floating into the air. And, after a moment of hovering it... Kept ascending. Further and further, until it was held against the ceiling.*

"I guess that's close, but I should probably hold back before it- what?"

*Something fell onto Ronan's coat, and he picked it up off his shoulder, inspecting it in his hands. A crumb of cheese. Looking up, the rock was crumbling. Except the pieces that fell off had become cheese by the time they hit the floor. Suffice to say, it was raining cheese for a few seconds.*
Amy
*She couldn't resist the urge to examine a piece, and then discretely eat it.*

"I'm not entirely sure what to do about you... To be honest, its baffling that you continue to pursue magic at all."