This was quite possibly the WORST start to his new position on the yearbook. Being LATE for the first meeting was absolutely NOT what Toby was going for. He'd been pogoing around the school on his BRAND NEW POGO STICK, you see, and become so hyper-focused on the activity that time had simply gotten away from him. This had a tendency to happen, and was getting worse and worse. It was a shame that electronic devices didn't work in this place, or Toby might have used an alarm on a digital watch or something, but no.

He might have continued pogoing all day without a care in the world, had it not been for The Incident. Toby wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed it, but the Hufflepuff had been happily bouncing along one minute, and the next he was tumbling down the moving staircase, having misjudged a jump. It seemed as though the school year simply hadn't started until he'd fallen down that blasted staircase with his pogo stick.

Of course, that had disrupted his super happy fun times, and Tobias soon became acutely aware of the time. He'd gone to stash his pogo stick back under his bed in the Hufflepuff boys' dormitory, before racing back up to the Astronomy tower. He was able to disguise his limping reasonably well but every now and then his hair would flip to one side, showing one impressive bruise already forming. That was one of the most exciting things that had happened all term.

The Hufflepuff suddenly skidded into the Innovation Room, looking all windswept and rushed and slightly worse for wear.

"Sorry I'm... late," he gasped, looking around at everyone and having the grace to look apologetic.

Toby winced ever-so-slightly (hopefully not enough that anyone would notice) as he stepped over to a seat and gratefully sank down into it, taking in the room for the first time, whilst taking a mental inventory of his probable future bruises. Nothing seemed broken, but his shoulder was twinging a bit.

But FOCUS. Yearbook brain. GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME.

WHAT TEAM?

WILDCATS.

YEARBOOK.