Jacob didn't move to the seats, stitting would probably hurt his butt more. Jacob stared at the man who was waiting for the rest of the students to enter. taking his eyes off of Vindictus, Jacob looked at half of his wand... the other half was still laying as a pile of ash on the common room floor, oh the shame. A insturment that was used to make magnificent feats, was laying on the cold floor. He didn't take care of it enough, none of this damage would have happened if he were to just spend an extra few galleons on a holster. I would have protected his butt and the common room couch, not to mention ithe wand would still be whole.

Jacob looked around the room at everyone... what ever. They all should know him well enough by now to not be too suprised. So Jacob place the half-a-wand on Professor V's desk, and stood by it, waiting to be questioned and yelled at, or even expelled and/or exiled from the wizarding community if that was the punishment for losing your wand.