Maddox glanced back over his shoulder at the slowly spinning Zach, and he plucked him out of the air. "Consider yourself on probation young man. Cause trouble like this again, and I will personally see to it that you spend the next semester in far worse circumstances than you find yourself in right now," Maddox said. It was not a threat. It was a cool, calm, collected promise of things to come. He tossed the cube away, the magic dissipating, unfurling, causing Zach to land on the floor in a heap, normal sized. Maddox turned back to Eirawen.<br/><br/>"Zachary Eislin. He's a trouble-maker with the ability to use light magic. I'm afraid you're unusually susceptible because of your skin," he said crisply, reaching out to press his hand through the ice cream. "Devil's Arithmetic: Inverse," he said softly, the words writing themselves on the ethereal paper on his arms, extracting the light and radiation that had afflicted her into a small ball of energy in his palm. It then dissipated. His hand, however, lingered on her shoulder perhaps a moment longer than it should have, sliding off of her shoulder slowly. "Are you going to be alright? I'm one of the teachers; Mr. Maddox, or simply Maddox if you prefer," he said with as close of a kind smile as he could manage. He was an odd-looking man, really, up close. His eyes were plagued with sleep starvation, heavy bags under his eyes, though he seemed alert.