Jack and his friends had decided some time ago on attending the exhibit. They had been provided with tickets so they saw no reason not to. Besides, Jack was sometimes expected to show up to these sorts of things by his family. They were letting him do professional quidditch so the least he could was at least appear to be a man of culture. Or so was Jacks assumption of their logic.

He almost didn't notice the lone figure on the museum bench but her hand caught his attention. He smiled as he recognized Miss Jemima Farley. She was a bit odd but he generally enjoyed her company when their paths crossed. Her oddness had never extended to being without her chaperone, however, which was one of the first things to catch his attention as he made his way over to her.

"Was the exhibit not to your liking, Miss Farley?" He asked out of curiosity.