"Thanks," he replied, feeling heat creeping across his face. He didn't really go around showing his art to people, and apart from his mum and his siblings nobody had ever really complimented it. He poured the coffee into two mugs, gave Gerard the Batman one (rather than the one that said "Who needs a man when you have chocolate!", which he reserved for himself, thank you very much) and settled down on the other end of the couch.
"Yeah, Lovelender's in my first period class on Friday." Dallon scrubbed his hand through his hair wearily. "He looked exhausted, couldn't perform even simple spells. Collapsed near the end of the lesson. I thought the symptoms might be due to a magical illness, so I instructed the rest of the class to keep away from him and rushed him up to the hospital wing myself." He looked up at Gerard. "It's contagious, isn't it?"