Adrian nodded his thanks. Ecstatic wasn't quite the word he'd have used, but it was close. There were a few days where he'd barely remembered who he was. Getting to play Quidditch again - the proper way - was a few degrees off life-saving. He hadn't let himself think too hard, even with Angelina as a buffer, of what would happen if he couldn't go back. His smile finally faded, and he followed Cassius's eyeline to the faint glimmer of the dome. He made a nonverbal sound of agreement. It seemed like even the medical professionals were stumped over this one; after all, there'd been no word regarding a cure. Not even a whisper. There were Death Eaters inside the barrier. Students evidently suffering from depression. Adrian shook his head.
"Just - I feel like. Do what you can, as long as you can. Beyond that...," he trailed off. He wasn't anything close to a hero. Didn't have any brilliant ideas to catch the people responsible for hurting others. "I don't know. I've always stayed out of the fight. Maybe not the most noble stance, but you gotta start somewhere."
It was worlds better than his parents, in any case.
"Hey, no, let's do this, man." A few years ago, he wouldn't have been as amenable. A few years ago, he'd been holding a grudge. Now he was dating a former Gryffindor and sort-of teaching and he could change, damn it. "I've not had a proper challenge in a while." He'd been flying with the alumni, but that was different. He'd been using charms to do it. "Don't, ah. Don't take it easy on me, yeah? I need to get back to fighting form at some point."