Ooh, yeah, Toby recognised that Sander kid! He was the tall one who Toby assumed must be a transfer; no first year was that tall, and a kid that forthcoming with answers in class would have been noticed before, even by someone as unobservant as Toby, right?

Right.

Tobias gave the taller kid a grin and a cheerful wave, happy to properly meet someone whom he only knew from their answers in lessons. He paused for a minute, actually considering whether or not he should correct him, or to pretend like he would need help, just because he wasn't comfortable correcting people he didn't know. Especially older people with more authority than him, roles which, in his opinion, were both filled by all seventh years. In the end he opted for truth, though. "Oh, you won't need to help me out, this is my hobby!" he grinned, eyes twinkling. "I can give you some tips though, if you need them." He was still grinning. A grin that hopefully said 'I'm joking, this is friendly banter, just messin', hey bro, I'm cool, see look at my cool sass, banter, yeah'. Whether a grin could say all that was something he did not know.

Right now, Toby looked over to his bestie again. "'Sup Soph!" His greeting was way less cool. Was it possible to be cool AND enthusiastic? Probably not.

Now Toby had a slight dilemma, and that was the dilemma of choosing between people. He wanted to go and sit with Sophie, really. For bestie reasons. But this also seemed like the perfect opportunity to get to know this Sander kid and maybe work out how he was so good at lessons. Tobias did love to make new friends after all.

Even as he thought this, Toby's eyes gaze fell upon the Slytherin Captain, West, who was already here, and then at the others who were arriving. Tobias knew them all by name, apart from one, and... was that Sophie? And Caleb? Like, Newell. Wow, he hadn't spoken to either of them in ages. Like since Diagon Alley a whole year and a half ago. They got grins too. Tobias then looked back at West for just another second, then picked up the broom he was nearest and turned to properly look at Professor Tyner.

"Professor, d'you need us to do a proper soak of the tail twigs before we trim them?" Toby asked. He assumed so; these brooms looked kind of worse for wear.

Also, when Toby paused his grinning in favour of talking, one might be able to make out faint lines on his face that stayed, almost as a reminder of his excessive grinning.