After classes Jackson was sat at the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall. Looking up and down her sighed, still no sign of William. Ever since the kiss they'd shared Jackson hadn't seen him at all, all his things had been disappeared from the dormitory, he hadn't seen him in charms class and evidently he wasn't attending meals. It had been an entire two weeks now and Jackson had come to the conclusion he'd dropped out of Hogwarts. The Hufflepuff had planned to write a letter to William, although wasn't sure what to put.
He missed his friend. Sure he'd been confused about his feelings and in the spur of the moment fled in panic, but now, he didn't care about feelings he missed his friend William. Looking glumy at his mashed potato Jackson sighed and pushed it away to rest by his untouched goblet of pumpkin juice. He wasn't himself, he wasn't cheerful, he wasn't putting much effort into his homework anymore, he wasn't being Jackson Parker at all. Was it guilt? Or worry?
However, whilst he sat staring at the mash potato a group of fourth years were whispering about an incident that had happened last night. An incident involving William?
'Yeah he's been staying in the dungeons all this time.'
'He's a werewolf!'
'Attacked by two stunning spells!'
'Knocked unconcious!'
WHAT!? How on earth did these fourth years know about William's condition? And what was this about him being stunned. Two stunners to the chest would knock him out for a while and he was staying in the dungeons? He hadn't left Hogwarts at all!
Springing form his seat Jackson hurried along the length of the great hall, across the entrance hall and down to the dungeons. Jackson knew exactly where he would be: the dungeon besides potions. All the time he'd spent brewing potions the past two weeks and there was William, in the room next door, feeling exiled.
Bursting through the door Jackson saw William on a bed that must have been conjured by one of the Professors, no doubt the Hufflepuff head of house or the potions professor - William's sponsor. 'William!' Jackson shouted, before rushing over and kicking the bed. 'Get up. Get up!.' His eyes were full of loving passion, right now all he wanted to do was push William over, he would punch but it wasn't in him. All the time Jackson had been worried about William and he'd been in the dungeons all along, and what with the rumour about being stunned?