Getting to and from the library was slow going and pretty hard work these days, so Tobias often had no choice but to study here. Carrying books down to his dormitory was out of the question, and he'd mislaid his wand yet again, meaning he couldn't levitate them down. It was kind of frustrating, because Tobias never really worked well in libraries; his active and bouncy state usually made sure of that. But now? Well, now that he was old, Tobias was a lot LESS bouncy and hyperactive, and staying in the library was less difficult. But that didn't mean that the silence and the stillness of the place didn't unnerve him a bit.

He'd been up here doing some studying; Toby had, as usual, started off the year super enthusiastic about homework and extra studying, and steadily found himself losing that enthusiasm. It was only when he'd spotted Ella doing some studying of her own that he was minded of his personal promise to himself and his grandfather. So here he was.

Toby had spent about as long as he could bear up in the library and was shuffling his way out again, when his attention was caught by pretty lights strewn across the floor. The Hufflepuff was completely distracted in that moment, and followed the lights to their source. Wooooooooow.

If there was something Tobias loved, it was colour. And lights. And colourful lights. The third year found himself gazing up at the stained glass, drinking in every detail of the pictures. And, when his back and neck and knees began to sear with pain, Toby sat down on one of the window seats and went on gazing.