Today was Toby's fifteenth birthday. He'd been up in the Great Hall having his breakfast, not really expecting any surprises. One had certainly shown up, however, when an owl delivered him a present. A NEW POGO STICK. A pretty AWESOME pogo stick, too. He'd bounced on it already in the entrance hall and found out that it was one of THOSE. The ones that full on PROPELLED you into the air. It was magnificent.

He had to refrain from bouncing so high now of course, because the basement corridor had lower ceilings than the grand entrance hall. But he was still bouncing along, having the time of his life. This was definitely helping to make up for the fact that he couldn't go for a birthday fly.

Bounce bounce bounce along the corridor went Toby, occasionally having to force himself to not bounce so high. This was so fun, he'd forgotten why he'd come down this corridor in the first place. Probably to get to the common room or something... but until he remembered, Toby would just pogo. And he'd save trying to figure out how was behind it for later.

This was majestic.