"Well, no." It wasn't his job to get himself killed, not exactly, though given the orders he'd received in the field Gerard sometimes had to wonder. "My job's to protect the kids, and that includes protecting them from zombies! Being an Auror's not exactly advertised as a safe profession, man, I knew that when I signed up."
He didn't think any of the kids knew about the method of using Patronus messages -- he hadn't himself until he'd joined the Aurors, and Gerard was much more worried about younger students being stuck without a staircase than he was about his own safety at the moment.
"I work alone all the time!" Gerard said, throwing up his hands in frustration. In his agitation he'd forgotten to whisper, and he saw one of the students raise her head to stare at them curiously. Gerard turned his outraged flailing into an awkward wave, and relaxed when she laid back down and seemed to sink back into sleep. He leaned in towards his brother, lowering his voice. "Mikey, why are you suddenly acting like you don't know all this! And don't even pull that stone trick again, I will totally fucking set hinkypunks loose in your room, don't think I won't."
He slumped back in his chair and rubbed his eyes wearily. He just wanted Mikey to stop looking at him like he'd murdered a Crup puppy. "Why are we fighting again?" he asked plaintively. "I'm too tired for fighting."