Adam hadn't meant it that way at all, because he liked Gerard, but he didn't know if his spell would pick Gerard up, knowing that he was Other. "Up to you. I'd hate to think he'd be out there and us not know. Although I suppose he'd make sure we knew." In the form of an angry little platypus, no less. "Might work, though," Adam said, and shot off the spell. The groaning disappeared instantly, and that was certainly very exciting. And refreshing. The house elf noises made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Adam was sitting next to the other boy, and looked up as Mikey came over and spoke to Leila and Anton. His bedside manner was excellent, thanks. "Thompson, don't you dare close your eyes. You've got a concussion and I need a moment to fix it, okay? And stop moving, I'm trying to look at your head." Kids. Honestly, was this guy trying to make fixing him as hard as humanly possible? "I know it hurts, but I need to - okay, hold on." Adam tapped his wand against the offending spot on Thompson's head with an incantation, then let him go. "Now you can nap all you want and you won't die." He stood up and walked back over to Mikey, Anton, and Leila.
"Concussions are so easy when people cooperate," he informed them, then started messing with his hair, trying to get the braids out.