Ever since he'd woken up that morning, Tobias had been aggressively clearing him throat. It was getting to the point where it sounded like he was angrily trying to call attention to himself, but really, it was just his darn voice. Sure, that potion would probably cure this old age thing gradually, rather than all at once, but couldn't it just get his voice back to normal? Because this was getting annoying.

During the feast the night before, Tobias had gone from speaking in that old aged croak to a weirdly low voice which hadn't suited him at all. Luckily, that only lasted a short while, and by the time the feast was called to a close and everyone went off to bed, Toby was left speaking in an odd sometimes-squeaky sort of voice, which was frankly all over the place. He'd hoped he'd get past this stage by the time he'd woken up... but no. Added to that, his reflection didn't look right at ALL. Toby was SURE he'd looked younger than that. Maybe everything would be back to normal once the last of the wrinkles and grey hairs disappeared.

Thankfully, one of the first things to return had been Toby's energy. He'd woken up ready and raring to go, eager to get moving. Almost nine months of basically sitting completely still seemed to have led to this odd state where he was just kind of BUZZING.

So, after he'd ridden in the carriages down to the station and loaded his trunk into the luggage compartment, Tobias found himself making his way down the train, with a pleasant spring in his step. The bounce was back.

At his feet, Bludger, Toby's young black cat, sprang along beside him, attacking the Hufflepuff's foot with every step.

Now then, time to find a certain bestie.