"AHEM," Jake cleared his throat from the back of the room, his peaceful daydream being interupted by a silly child discussion about some kind of relationship. Jake couldn't care less... it clearly wasn't true; Treyen was a fourth year Hufflepuff, Sierra was a first year Slytherin.

That was the only evidence you needed.

"Ced. Try not to torture the poor kids up there," Jake called over lazily.

It roughly translated to: do shut up.

Because though they were being moderately sensible (if somewhat loud) other kids would think it was okay to shout about, and Jake had a headache. NEWT studying. Cedric would understand.