Jake, now a full four inches taller, with blond hair falling into his eyes, had his sleeves rolled up and bag strap over his shoulder. He didn't say anything to Bunbury as he walked in, expression rather like... someone who kind of sort of had a little tension relieved.

And he was only coming out into the open for classes.

Dumping his bag and the outer robes (he HATED those things) down on the floor, Jake straightened his shirt and loosened his tie, looking thoroughly muggle. Drumming his fingers on the black desk thing, Jake began to softly hum a tune to himself as he eyed the pots up front.