William stood in complete confusion until Lazzara finally stopped talking (finally), and then he wasn't quite sure he'd heard correctly. "You brought a liquid beverage - and one notorious for stains - into my library, along with a possibly-unstable magical creature which may or may not have been affected by a Dark spell. You. A professor. One of the people expected to lead the students by example."
He was quite possibly too tired for this, and maybe it wouldn't have been a big deal on another day (...unlikely, coffee near books was always a big deal) but contrary to whatever Lazzara believed, William's night had been fairly unsettling, what with the hallucinating and the insomnia and the...and Gabe, and now it wasn't half-seven in the morning and there were furry animals cavorting on his carpeting and William might be on the verge of another quiet breakdown.