A woodcut. Are you... just... kidding me. His face was on a piece of wood.
Sigh.

Jake nearly giggled when Truebridge mentioned a gangster name, fighting hard to repress the mental images, Jake raised his hand. He liked this class, it was like if you answered wrong it was still okay.

"The Beedle the Bea- I mean Bard ones, they show, like... well, they're darker," Jake tried. He hadn't really read many muggle ones, nor heard of them, and stories like these were often twisted so much out of shape. "And they show that magic can't fix everything... like the one with the dead dog," Jake had indeed cried at that one... poor dog. "And it showed that the dog couldn't be... erm... alive-ified..." Jake's face went kind of blank. Is that the word? "And the lessons are harsher... Basically, the wizarding ones are alot more closer to the truth... I think, anyway."

Is it just me or have I not rambled in a loooooong time? Jake thought to himself glancing out of the window for a second.