Jack pet the dog and ruffled its ears before straighting up and moving closer to Neville. "You've nothing to worry about man, we'll all get through tomorrow gritting our teeth and then you'll be Headmaster." There was no uncertainty in his voice.
A wide grin split his face and he looked over his shoulder as if he'd be scolded for talking in the quiet area, "And when you are made Head, we'll be sure to celebrate properly, get you rip roaring drunk because your days as a care free teacher are over." He laughed, but then a thought occurred to him. "Have you put any thought into who'll replace you? Not many Herbology specialists out there like you, some talented Apothecaries though, I suppose."