Nose wrinkling at the display of total grossness nearby, Jake listened in to whatever Lawson was talking about. His name was suddenly mentioned, something to do with swinging from the ceiling.

Painful memories.

Feeling unable to stay over here anyway, and a little worried that Lawson might feel the need to come back over, Jake wordlessly released himself from hugging Kaika and stepped away from the bench, heading for the Slytherin table, which looked clean enough.

Well, either way, staying here was real awkward.