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Jacob really didn't need to take Muggle Studies anymore. He hadn't needed it in the first place, but back then he'd really cared about his average and doing an OWL in Muggle Studies had seemed like a great way to get an easy grade. Even after last term, Muggle Studies had been his easiest exam.
The only reason he was here today, and would continue to be until seventh year, is because he had a lot of respect for his head of house. He was pretty sure he used to see a bit of himself in Schmoe, but now it was so much more than that. "Professor," Jacob nodded to him, and turned to survey the scene. Fire pit? And logs. His year mates distributed evenly around the space. Jacob opted to stand, much like Nem, but a fair bit of distance from them. The maximum distance, in fact, since he stood at a straight diagonal from where they were.
Perhaps he'd wait for Matty to show up, and sit next to his brother.
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