This? This was awesome. This was just what he needed. It was thrilling to be able to get up in the air on the back of a majestic hippogriff and soar around and feel so free. So free.

So free in fact that for maybe a split second, Toby had thoughts of just accidentally-on-purpose flying off and escaping the school for a few hours of just soaring around for a bit. But then he realised that was probably ill-advised, especially as he was in his pyjamas and all and it would probably get a bit cold after a while. Still, it was a nice fantasy.

Instead, he flew onwards.

Or he tried to. Seemed that Monty was a bit hungry, and instead of moving straight ahead Toby found them veering off towards what his hippogriff probably thought was a tasty looking bird. Oh no. Nope. Toby didn't want to see that become dinner, even though he knew that it was likely to happen sooner or later.

"Gah, Monty no! This way. C'mon buddy. You can eat the birds later," the Hufflepuff called out to the creature, having to raise his voice slightly so he could be heard over the rushing of the wind around them. He used his hands to sort of gently guide Monty back towards the finish line, and breathed an unheard sigh of relief what the hippogriff did actually go that way. "Great job, Monty. You're doing super great."