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Cutty noted that the boy was speaking a little faster. He recognized this tone. His mother had adopted it every now and again whenever Cutty was doing something right in the wrong way and required further explanation. The firstie put away his tail-twig trimmers and took out his wand instead. The peculiar pronunciation of that spell made him snort a little. But oh, yes! This was a spell he could use even apart from Herbology. Those tail-twig clippers were not a lightweight item in his school bag.
Cutty mimicked the karate-chop type wand motion and quietly repeated the incantation to himself. He gave the older kid a smile and a nod as he turned to get back to work. This kid was dead useful. He would be keeping him around. Getting back to the flowering bush, Cutty raised and fell his wand against some leaves that appeared to be browning and drying out. "Flipnipsnibbit!" No. Pretend he didn't say that. "Flipnsnipwitit!" He said more slowly and clearly as he repeated the wand motion. To his surprise it was an incredibly cooperative spell, and the brown detached itself from the rest of the healthy plant.
"So, erhm, are you Bentley's favourite student like?" He asked, wondering outloud. "And it's...something with a T, right?" He thought he'd heard the kids name being said in a class before.
Tobias waited and watched to see when the other would master the spell, effectively forgetting he was here to do some Herbology jobs himself. This just seemed important too, y'know?
When he DID manage it, it was all Toby could do not to go a little bit over the top. But he kept his composure, and gave the other boy a thumbs up and a grin.
"Nice one!"
Right, so now more work.
As Tobias shuffled back a bit on his knees, his focus went to the ground, he listened to the other boy's question and grinned a bit.
"Probably not! I don't think they have favourites. I'm just sort of... naturally pretty good at Herbology," he explained, picking up fallen leaves and other things from around the bush that could go on the compost heap or in the bin, and clearing the area around him, reaching further and further out. Just to clear up the area a bit, you know?
Something with a- OH!
"Oh, sorry. My name's Toby, or Tobias. I don't mind which," the Hufflepuff grinned, wiping one slightly dirty hand on the side of his trousers to clean it off before holding it out for a handshake.
"I'm sorry though... I don't think I know your name."