Jade doesn't hesitate to sit by the warmth of the fire, although it would be more accurate to call it a scorching heat. It'd be easier to sit by Professor Eichel's fireplace, even if the magical flames had already been extinguished with the passing of its owner. Jade could still have easily lit it up again. But he chooses not to. Instead, he settles down, watching the Fiendfyre consume every scrap of his former teacher.

"We could do that," he says, remembering another fire, another teacher whose death he had inadvertently caused. "I don't think people will look hard for him."

Professor Eichel had been respected. Feared, even. But nobody liked him much, except for those students he had charmed, and even then their attraction inevitably gave way to wariness, once Professor Eichel begins his mindgames.

Maybe it's sad, but Jade is simply of the opinion that Eichel had dug his own grave.