Jacob walked out onto the grounds... it was so weird not going to the pitch, the pitch which he loved so dearly. The Pitch that taught him to fly... the pitch that gave him the love of quidditch. And now what were they doing to it, using it for the tournament. Bringing Dragons onto it. How Disrespectful!

"Hello Professor" he greeted the man, with a nod, and plopped a seat on the grass. As he did so, from habit, he started picking at the grass. He hopped the man wasn't still mad at him and JD about not only the fight. But how he found out about the fight. Whatever, whether the man was furious or not, Jacob still had to get on the mans good side... very good side, before... well before the thing.