Where those all last names? That was so awkward. Jake didn't miss that faintly protective gesture and his stomach sunk with it. Bollocks, this had to be some of those people Draco was talking about about. He sounded completely different talking to these three than he had when they were just talking together, or even around his own little gang. He studied the three and their somewhat odd style of clothing, his eyes narrowing.

Goyle smirked, which did nothing to make his ugly face more handsome. In Jake's opinion, he looked a bit like a gorilla and twice as ugly. "We're on our way to celebrate the latest Quidditch Match." Speaking openly in front of Jake because he couldn't imagine the idea of Draco speaking with a Muggle.

While Jake's brows lifted slightly. Quidditch? It sounded almost like a sport.

Zabini peered over towards Jake, one brow lightly raised, arms crossed over his chest. This wasn't someone he recognized, dressed entirely in Muggle clothing. They had to dress somewhat acceptably to make their way over to the tavern they planned to be at, but this one looked far too comfortable in the mode of dress.