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Shanners He was cool? Well oooooookay. She sat back yet again and nodded. "Must have. Mighty unfortunate." Maybe next time he'd use the chair like most people did and not make her think she potentially had someone to watch whilst doing physical activity. She didn't though. Nothing to watch. No one to enjoy. Maaaan, school was boring now. Could someone get insanely hot and give her a reason to ask for cuddles? Someone that she could cuddle and pay attention to, y'know? Not one of those taken ones. Nor the emotionally unstable ones. And most definitely not Connor Jones, because that was a situation worthy of television drama.
And he was an idiot.
And his friends were more idiotic than he was.
UGH.
"Why do you have so many books out? You know it's hellish to try study everything at one time? On top of the dramatic jumping and falling thing you were doing." Just sayin'. If he couldn't stay on his feet, then he clearly wasn't getting any amount of decent work done.
She'd probably gotten more done in the few moments she'd been skim reading his textbook.
Oblivious to any and all inner monologue that the Hufflepuff prefect was dealing with, Toby finally retrieved the last of the books from the floor and moved his chair in closer to the table so he could try to start
procrastinating re-organising them. He was, yet again, thankful for a further distraction in the form of conversation.
Heh. Yeah, she
was right, but it was all kinda... no straightforward. Basics then.
"Well, I managed to get super behind, like in classes and homework and stuff," Toby explained, opting for the 'long story short' version and still looking cheerful all the while as he thumbed the edges of the pages on a particularly big book.
"So I need to catch up, then do regular studying." Ehhhhh.
"But I'm no good at concentrating, and I get really fidgety, so I figured if I tried running or jumping..." See? It was all very logical.
"The falling wasn't part of the plan, though."
Now, where was his list of homework assignments? With that now on his mind, Toby started rifling through the pages of all the different tomes. He failed to realise that that particular scrap of parchment had hit the deck along with him, and had floated to its new home underneath his chair.