Looking up, Jake saw just who exactly it was sitting at the table. Another pretty blonde kid that appeared far too young to be of age, but Jake knew better. After all, running into Lorcan Scamander in the locker room at St. Mungo's the other day got Jake to thinking that pretty blonde boys never looked as old as they were.
"Don't fret about it. Not like there's room anywhere else tonight," Jake muttered, taking the napkins and wiping his hands. After he cast a wandless scourifying charm on himself - something he had been practicing hard at for years since becoming a Healer.
Sitting down at the table, Jake gave the boy a smirk. "Chris, yeah? Well I'm Jake. And since there's no other seat than this I doubt I'll get any peace in here," he informed.
Raising an eyebrow, Jake saw the water filled glass in Chris' hand and he scoffed. "So, you're not old enough to drink or something?"