Dallon nodded, thoughtful. He'd caught the I've dealt with worse and knew it most likely meant the war. After all, what could be worse? Everything seemed trivial in comparison. He felt almost stupid for asking in the first place before telling himself to shut up; he was being a good colleague, after all. A friend.
"It is worrisome," he agreed, twirling his wand with his fingers. "People losing their magic. It's like getting given a gift and then having it snatched away again. Frustrating." Oliver Lovelender must be killing himself right now, he thought; the kid was bright and it would have come as a blow. He huffed out a sigh before turning his attention back to Gerard, folding his legs under him on the couch and cradling his mug to his chest. "I'm assuming you were an Auror during the war, then?"