Jacob listened to Brent's response to the Gryffindor and decided he agreed. It was kind of funny. And interesting spellwork. He'd like to know how to make that happen...

"Interesting," he said. "Well, it certainly didn't stain. Although it did sting a bit... Who knew balls of ink would be so hard?" He shrugged. After a second, though, his brain played back what the other boy had said, and he had to wonder: "Who's Taco?"

As for what they were up to... Well, they hadn't really been up to anything at all. Jacob shrugged, deciding Brent could be the one to explain. He'd been the one who was dying, after all. Jacob had just been acting the Good Samaritan.