"Inhhhumane," Jake scowled, pushing himself up from the bench and wandering over to see what the imps were up to, using the feeding opportunity to take a gander. He didn't want to condem(n?) any insects. Those poor things... just because they were SMALL and annoying and weak and easy to pick on.

Cue glare at Evelyn and Destiny.

Up at the front of the class, Jake leaned towards a slightly lonely looking imp, which happened to be, by chance, a little way away from the others. Tilting his head, Jake offered his hand out, but the imp seemed peeved that he had no food for it. Moving towards the others, Jake's eyes left the first imp and he didn't see or feel it run over to him and then up his body, grabbing his white school shirt and jumping forwards over his shoulders, hooking the shirt over his head.

Thank goodness he wore his muggle 'Lion King' shirt underneath, right?

Flailing around a whole lot, Jake stumbled back towards the benches, wrestling with the material that was also jerking his arms above his head. Finally, as the boy fell back into a sitting position, he jerked his shirt back into its original, yet now very scruffy, condition, and he seethed.

Seeeeeeeeeeeeethed, I tell you.