Jacob finished his sip of Earl Grey and put the mug back on his desk before strolling over to the notice. He read it, a lump forming in his throat. Not good, not good at all. His being absent for such a period of time had affected his connection to the International wizarding world, and this was one thing he hadn't quite accepted the effects of. Magical illnesses could be so annoying, and so unwilling to be cured.

Quickly, his hands clamming up and cold sweat forming on his face, Jacob slipped back to his desk. Feeling under the pile of newspapers dating from two weeks ago (his current homework - catch up on International affairs) he found his notepad and spare writing materials. Jacob hated messes, but the one on his desk would not be cleaned up until the current fiasco was settled.