There was something special about being back in their Quidditch robes and walking down to the pitch that made Dylan's mood lift dramatically. For a while he could almost push away the thought of what James wanted to do, and the nauseousness that had been coming and going since last night. The latter was especially important, because he had no intention of telling anyone about it until he absolutely had to. Allison already had the symptom so there was no need for the healers to examine it, it wouldn't help a bit on finding the counter-curse, but it might push James into acting sooner, and Dylan was determined to stop him for as long as he possibly could.
Besides, today was Quidditch, and nothing was so good as taking your mind off things as flying. He even smiled at James comment, looking around in the crowd in front of them. "We'll still kick their arse," he said. "But yeah, weird," he admitted with a short laugh.