Sophie was RIGHT THERE NEXT TO HIM, which was always cause enough for Toby to smile even wider than usual. He gave her a 'sup' nod right back, plus a little nudge with his elbow. Hi Sophie. Hey.

While he waited for the class to start, Toby let one of his legs swing back and forth beneath him, sole of his foot just brushing the floor. He was already wondering if there would be a practical part to this lesson, 'cause he was REALLY in the kind of mood to be moving about.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand they were starting..............

.................... and THIS was why it was a good idea that Toby was in this class. He literally didn't have a clue of the specific differences like the other kids in here seemed to know. Were THEY all muggleborn, or did they simply know this stuff? Was it in the textbook? He should really read the textbook.

Toby scribbled down some notes and raised his hand, fingers waggling in the air. With his other hand, he tapped the feathered end of his quill on the desk, while his leg still swung beneath the table.

"Uhhh, I guess all baking is cooking, but not all cooking is baking."

Would they be learning to COOK? Boy oh boy, Toby was awful at cooking, this could be a super helpful lesson if that was the direction they were going.