Though he loved the outdoors, Toby had spent a surprisingly small amount of time up here at the Tower Patch. Perhaps because, when he wanted to go outside, his feet would automatically carry him to the front doors. But he still knew it, had still visited it in the past enough to have a favourite bench.

And that was where Tobias was headed now, right over to his favourite bench which had an optimal view of the plants that were up here, which the Hufflepuff loved. He sat down on his the bench and looked out across the patch, but something was apparently not quite right. Toby squinted at nothing in particular, before getting up again and walking once around the bench, and sitting down once more.

There was a moment where Toby sat still for a moment, but then stood once again, apparently still not satisfied with something. It was strange; there was a sort of restlessness that was not as easily quieted as his usual fidgeting.

Now that he was up, Toby walked around the entire Tower Patch once and returned to the bench, before taking a seat once more. Okay? Okay? Uhh...

... Why had he come up here again? To relax, was the answer, but now the idea of relaxing just seemed so absolutely ludicrous to him he wondered why it had ever occurred to him to try it in the first place. But he stayed there now, drumming his fingers on the bench and streeeetching out his legs to see how far they'd go (no further than usual, apparently) and THOUGHT about THINGS.