Toby wasn't able to place just WHAT was making him so unnerved about all of this, because it didn't really make sense. It was just so different from usual ghost stuff, and he was SORT of thinking about OTHER things. Family things. Grandfather things. And it just... well... he didn't feel so great right now. Thinking about death and everything just... no, he didn't like it. If the room was better lit, the Hufflepuff may have looked a little... iffy. He was very very far from being a non-believer.

'We need everyone's voice to make the connection. If one person holding hands isn't fully focused we will not get to see anything...'

It was those words from Professor Morgan that finally got Toby to act. He'd been intending to stay here so as not to disturb anything, but really he'd not been very focused on this from the start (his knees were still bouncing under the desk). And... well, with feeling so weird about it in general, it was only fair that he left.

Without hesitation, Toby suddenly let go of the hands of whoever sat either side of him and stood, before scraping his chair back and stepping away from the table. Without a word, and trying not to seem TOO eager to leave, the sixteen year old made a swift exit. He'd have to go back and apologise to Professor Morgan later, but he just wasn't into this today.