Jake wondered in the class absent-mindedly, and moved over to the side of the classroom to the seat he'd sat in last time. As he moved around to sit, he noticed the chair was unevenly shiny. "Bloody-" he muttered, moving around the chairs for one that didn't look coated in... stuff. When he got one, he lay some parchment on it, just in case in was hidden. He wasn't in the mood for this right now, and he hoped people weren't about to start chatting to make his mood that much worse.

Dumping his bag on the table, Jake waited for people to arrive and the lesson to start.