The lake, he'd said. Meet me by the lake after school.

Hopefully she'd know he meant here by this tree, or would at least spot him chilling out under his tree forcing himself to understand the contents of his History of Magic textbook. His concentration and ability to sit still long enough to read it was TONS better these days, but now he had the problem of trying to absorb the information, which was about ten times harder than it was before.

But Toby kept through it, idly fiddling with the end of his school tie as he read. When Soph got here, he'd take a well deserved break.