Luck was on his side, because Jace was up early that morning for his first class that day. He knew Draper didn’t like late comers. That man honoured time, and it was something that him and Jace have in common. It was always frowned upon to be tardy...unless of course he had a valid reason like wrestling a full grown troll along his way to class. Dressed in layers of his standard uniform, Jace headed for the usual CoMC meeting place, only to find a notice that they are to meet near the Lake. The half-Japanese sighed inwardly, feeling helpless this time. Draper really doesn’t have mercy.

When he got to the area, he made his way towards the very front of the class, and inclined his head towards the man, half of his face wrapped in his Ravenclaw scarf. “Ohayo, Professor.” And...what are those clear jars for? Will they go...fishing? Jace didn’t like the idea one bit.

Too cold to even acknowledge his friends, Jace took a seat by himself upfront, and waited for the others to arrive. “’choo!” Eh...oops?

SniffSniff.