Dallon jumped. He'd been in very deep contemplation about the merits of crimson versus magenta when the knock had come, and now his palette was on the floor. Face down. Why did they always have to land face down? "Fucking fuck," he muttered, peeling it off a He-Man t-shirt he didn't remember leaving there and setting it back on his desk before looking down at himself. Yep, covered in gouache and gesso and charcoal, as usual. Nice. "Hold on a second!"
"Homenum revelio," he mumbled, pointing his wand at the door. The hazy red outline of Gerard appeared in his vision and Dallon smiled; he hadn't seen Auror Way since he'd gotten here. He flung the door wide, getting paint all over the brass handle. "Auror Way! What a pleasant surprise."