Divination was by far Jacob's least favorite subject -- it wasn't concrete enough! -- but he was determined to give it his best shot. He walked to the lake bank and read the notice the professor had up. No rock touching. Got it.

He spotted Olivia and waved at her with a smile before sitting down at a different area alone. He hoped she wouldn't be offended. He preferred to sit away from friends (and he thought that maybe they were friends now) during lessons so he could concentrate better, especially in subjects that weren't his best. Of course, "not his best" didn't really mean "bad." He was just his own worst critic. Anything other than a top mark was bad to him.

He wouldn't mind if anyone joined him. He just didn't want to sit near anyone he already knew, or else he might be tempted to talk to them instead of paying his utmost attention to the lesson at hand.