Tobias hadn't skipped to the class... don't be silly. Nor had he frolicked. No. He'd simply bounded across the grounds with great energy, and was still kind of bouncy when he arrived at the makeshift classroom area, slightly flushed and a little out of breath.

"Afternoon, Professor!" he smiled brightly, finding a seat as close to the front of the class as he possibly could, after the seats that had already been taken.

Then he saw it.

The ice cream.

It had been too long since Tobias had eaten anything other than that vile rubbish they served in the Great Hall, and his eyes were fixed to the treat. It was nearly gone, but it was still enough to make Tobias' stomach growl in hunger; breakfast had not been satisfying enough, and he'd skipped lunch altogether after realising he was a knut short. "Where'd you get that?" the boy said in what was almost a pitiful whine as he nodded at the ice cream, forgetting that he was in a classroom setting altogether.