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SlytherinSistah Cutty noted the dexterity and swiftness of Toby's hand as it reached for the parchment midair and did NOT miss it's mark. His large brown eyes locked onto Toby's blue ones and watched them follow with the utmost of focus. Something he had not ever seen from the school's pitch no matter how good the omnioculars the Harpy had sent him were.
"Honestly, Tempus. It's like yew've forgotten yer magic." It came out a great deal snottier than Cutty intended as his mind replayed the effort for naught with the Harpy and the broom. "And how to clean out yer skewl bahg. Pack!" He said aiming to reload Toby's parchments and supplies in an organized manner into the bag. Having a 'travel agent' for a mother and family scattered here and there made that spell very familiar and easy for Cutty.
"..."
It probably did look like that. But Toby knew it wasn't quite too. He looked at Cutty for a moment, attention drawn because of his tone at first, though he didn't reall dwell on that long.
"Something like that, yeah," the Hufflepuff replied at last, smiling, and then quickly looking back at his schoolbag which was being neatly repacked by Cutty. Toby felt that familiar unpleasant tug in his chest and smiled in a strangely apologetic way at the Slytherin.
"Thanks Cutty," he said again.
"You didn't have to do that. 'Preciate it, though."
Toby didn't pick the bag up just yet, that thing was heavy, too heavy to just stand around holding onto. He looked at the Slytherin, and fiddled with his potions homework, turning it over and folding and unfolding and refolding and rolling it int his hands.
"What're you up to, anyway?" Like, right now. Here. And now. Small talk? Maybe.