Jack rushed into the library, running a hand through his hair, which was getting longer every day in the summer holiday. "What'd I miss?" he asked coming around the corner to where he'd heard voices.
Seeing only a couple of his colleagues gathered, he sighed. "Oh good, not much," he smiled and put his hands on his knees before then clapping them, "come 'ere boy," he called to Abraxan, feeling energetic from his run through the school to the meeting. Somehow, he was oblivious to the mood - surely they didn't think people would actually let a Malfoy take over? And not even a professor? No, he was confident Filius' last wishes would be fulfilled, and quickly. He was also confident that if no one else made sure of it, he would.