Jacob jumped down from the self moving carriages still with his locked bag. He Walked through the large wooden doors that once again marked another Term at Hogwarts, another term of Quidditch, another Term of Victory... but at the same time, Jacob felt anxious. He'd forced himself to take several NEWT level courses, and he had no idea how hard they'll actually be. And how NEWT DADA and Arithmancy and the other courses would be different than the standard level.

He entered the Great hall, his eyes flickered to the staff table. He knew many teachers would be leaving, but he wanted to know who would be their replacements. Maybe some really cool ones... or the was always the chance of the weird ministry approved ones that taught, but never the same way that normal teachers did.

After finally taking in that many of the staff still hadn't arrived, Jacob moved to the Ravenclaw table. It had taken Jacob forever to figure out which table was which, the only times he had found it is when he saw Ravenclaws go to it, but now... now Jacob was a sixth year, he had 6 years of experience in this school, 6 years on a broom, and 5 years playing the sport, and Jacob was finally an Upperclassmen. He had privileges like the Prefect's Bathroom, but he also had advantages over the younger students. He could do almost anything he liked.

Jacob sat at the table but kept his bag over his shoulder, he was not letting it down. As he he sat his sleeve moved in such a way to reveal most of the tattoos that stretched over his arms. But he didn't notice, all his focus was on the plates in front of him... 'Come on Tate, Get over with the speech and let us eat. I'm Starved!' he thought just as his stomach gave out a loud grumble, proclaiming its agreement with his thoughts.