OWLs were this year, and even though Toby was pretty confident in this subject and probably should be devoting more time to, say, History of Magic, he was already caught up in the idea of studying and doing more plant!research. He'd bought his battered Herbology journal with him, and was already kitted out in his own dragonhide gloves.

There was little to no chance of gaining permission to enter the higher level greenhouses, though he probably would have stood a good chance with Bentley (who, Toby admitted but refused to say out loud, he already missed quite profoundly). The Hufflepuff already felt eager to prove to this new professor of his ability when it came to Herbology. It was definitely the thing Toby found easiest at the the wizarding world, right behind flying. Maybe soon he'd be able to get permission to use Greenhouse Six or Seven, or at least Greenhouse Five. Hopefully. Maybe.

The fifth year pushed open the door to Greenhouse Four and breathed in the smell of that planty air. Man, how long had it even been since he was last in here? They'd not been able to leave the castle at all until the end of term, and it was too cold and tool late to come down here. It was... good to be back.

Closing the door carefully behind him, Toby took a moment to look around for any other students (or possibly the new professor) and, seeing nobody, headed straight into the main area of the greenhouse. Toby was careful to watch his step as he went; more than once in the past some of the more mischievous plants had snaked out a vine or tendril to trip him up as he passed, though Tobias wasn't sure if there were any plants that might try something like that in here.

When at last he reached his intended destinations (the fanged geraniums) Toby smiled to himself and crouched down to take a closer look. He flipped open to a fresh page in his journal and started a rough sketch, occasionally scribbling things down as he watched, intensely focused and eerily calm.