Jackson's attention snapped right to Draco's face, an offended sneer settling onto his features. He'd been hoping that incident had been forgotten completely, or at least Draco would have let it go. Jackson had shown no further signs of dark magic beyond that, aside from periodically feeling exhausted when he woke up. And there were those few times he seemed to just lose time. But that only been twice. Then there was the blood he'd found, just a few spots of it, on his bed the morning that wizard was found dead. None of this had anything to do with what happened over the summer. It could be anything.

"No," he snapped. An absolute lie. "It was one time. Why do you care about that, anyway? It's over." Almost frantically defensive. It wasn't as common anymore, so it wasn't a problem. And it wasn't hindering anything, it was just weird and annoying.