Ooooh! One time where people confiscating his wand would (haha, wand would... wand wood) come in handy! With a brand new hat pulled on top of his head, Jake made to search his pockets and shrugged his shoulders, adjusting his glasses on his nose. "Ain't guh-guh-got m'wand," he announced in a half lie. Honestly, it HAD been confiscated... but he also had a stash. Thinking hard as he tried not to notice the telltale ten and a quarter inch stick that might have been visible in his back pocket, Jake tried to remember who had taken his wand recently. "Lawsssss'n's got it..." he tried, forgetting there were ways to see through this.

Thinking this would be enough, Jake bit on his lip and started to edge away to a seat.

Well come ON! He did NOT want to give his wand to Bunbury! She'd tried to KILL him after all. He needed his twirly little willow wand for protection. Plus, the snidget feather was starting to come out of the end of this particular copy of his wand, which made Jake think it was the one he favoured.

Okay, so it was IRRELEVANT that he couldn't do magic... the poking side was workable.