Jake Upstead was disgustingly late. Sure, he had been allowed to come, but that hadn't stopped his dad from stopping him leaving when he refused to wear the stupid clothes that had been laid out. They weren't the right material and Jake did NOT like them. So they had argued, and Jake had been grounded.

But he had a window in his bedroom... and that was the problem solved.

So, now he was here. Sure, it had cost some money getting a muggle taxi to a nearby area, and he was a tad exhausted, but he was here at least. He didn't want to be here. But he didn't want to be at home even more, what with Dale's incessant whining and the smell of Ryan's cookies (THAT JAKE WAS NOT ALLOWED TO EAT!!!!!) anything was beter.

Looking around, Jake realised he hadn't seen a whole bunch of people who were here in ages. Like, since he was a first year. And Jake was no first year now. He was about to be a fifth year. Ooh yeah.

Approaching the tent, Jake managed to slip inside and find a seat (on the appropriate side) near the back. He felt bitter, being here and watching this, and he was sure his face showed it.

Marraige. Puh-lease.