Jake... had been avoiding this club. And from the second he peeked in just after Celandine because he'd been following her to pluck up the courage to talk about their discussion from last term he knew it was a mistake to show up.

He. Hated. Food.

Except sugar.

Standing awkwardly in the doorway, Jake bit his lip, trying to work out whether he wanted to go in... or just run. Meanwhile, he patted his pocket to make sure the chocolate bar was there.

It was.

Phew.