As he watched his footsteps (because he had to keep a close eye on his feet these days, lest he lose track of them and fall over) Jake felt his head knocked into something solid... yet hollow. Blinking in surprise, Jake pushed his newly acquired glasses up his face with the palm of his hand and squinted up at the thing in front of him.

A... suit of armour?

And not just any suit of armour. THE suit of armour. The suit of armour he'd pushed onto the head girl last year.

Scrunching up his nose, Jake glanced around and took in his surroundings for the first time. He hadn't actually been paying attention to where he was going... just that he was going... somewhere.

Shrugging (and wincing from the slight pain that remained) Jake checked his reflection in THE suit of armour. Ugh, with his pink hair and glasses, he looked... slightly ridiculous.