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Her bag on her back and in full uniform, Soph piggybacked on Tobes into the Great Hall, the greatest of smiles on her face. THEY WERE HOME. The moment she took in the sight of the massive room, though, memories of rushing to steal the spot next to Mo came to her - but instead of dwelling on it, she squeezed Toby in an attempt to hug him from behind and kissed his cheek. "You're the best, boyfriend."
When Tobes saluted, Soph peeked out into his line of sight - ah, yes. Professors galore. Fuller, Thompson, Kitridge, Flamsteed - all the good ones... except Culloden. Where was that punk? Soph squinted, making sure the potions master wasn't just down the way talking to someone, but he was nowhere to be found. Huh. Curious. Ah, well - maybe he was just late. At least that had BETTER be the case because she and Ethan had a mission to carry out. Despite being distracted by the man's absence, Sophie, too, saluted all the professors. YES. BUSINESS AS USUAL HERE.
"Thaaanks." Soph hopped down from Toby's back, adjusted the bag on her back, and instead took his hand, eyeing the empty part of the table he had taken them to. "We should sit with HEAD BOY JUN," she said the name loud enough for the seventh year to hear, dragging Tobes the little way down the table so they could sit with him. Taking a seat next to him on the bench and delightedly tugging her boyfriend down with her, she informed them brightly, "I have cookies to share with both of you." It wasn't Cat's cannolis, but it could be the next best thing.
Whup, and they were off again.
As Soph dragged him along, Toby let his attention wander over to the Hufflepuff table, where the rest of his house were getting comfortable. He seemed apparently lost in thought for a moment or two, and was simply content to let Sophie lead the way. It wasn't until he was tugged again, at which point he blinked and looked back at his best friend, that he fully registered who was here.
"Hey Jun," the Hufflepuff grinned, taking his seat next to Soph and waiting for her to fork over these cookies.
"Y'know," he added, just to Sophie this time.
"Next year I vote we sit at my table for the Opening Feast.............. Cookies?"
Man, he was not quite with it. Probably worn out from all the travelling, he supposed. It had never really seemed like such a tiring trip before; quite the opposite in fact. But tonight Toby found himself rubbing wearily at his face and blinkblinkblinking until he was more or less back in the here and the now. Then he smiled. Cookies please; Sophie-person.