Okay. He had his books. He had his homework. He had his heavily doodled notes. He had his snacks. Toby was ready to work.

....... Except he totally wasn't. Every time Tobias pulled a homework assignment and its corresponding textbook towards him, it was all of ten seconds before he became distracted with tapping a rhythm out with his quill or watching that portrait of Cedric Diggory try to fix his hair. And when he wasn't getting distracted by noticing other things, he became much more aware of being energetic and agitated and it wasn't going a w a y.

Maybe he had to go at this from a completely different angle. Literally.

Propping one of the books up against the rest, Toby stood and moved his chair over a little, making sure to push it under the table again so nobody tripped over it or anything.

And then... he began running on the spot, as fast as he could.

Okay, suuuuuuuuuuuuuure, he couldn't actually see the words in the book anymore on account of he was moving and it was not, but it was at least helping to sort of take care of the agitation problem. Maybe Toby could just run here for a few minutes and then try again.