Entering the classroom, the epitome of calmness and serenity, Jake glanced around. He could hear the music, but it wasn't familiar to him. After a quick glance at the boar, Jake looked around and found a table for himself, before sitting and opening the book he carried under his arm (the one Truebridge had loaned him, which he was nearly finished with), and setting his bag on the floor.

"Morning, Professor," Jake said witha strained smile towards the man before absorbing himself in the book again.

He had his own table... people could come to HIM. Right now... he was reading.

And left his angst at the door.

Because he was WELL BEHAVED.