Thompson got a smile right back, though it was impossible to see properly behind the coat and scarf, and other kids who waved at Toby also got nods and waves back, but for the most part the Hufflepuff was quite content with his Hippogriff escape fantasy. Toby wondered how Monty was doing; not too cold, hopefully. Maybe he'd visit later, and bring the blankets from his bed as some extra warmth in case the creature needed it.

Toby was still off with his thoughts when the lesson began, and as such when he blinked his way back to reality he'd already missed most of what Professor Thompson had said, just about catching the tail end of his words.

'... share what they already know of Porlocks?'

And then people were rattling off answers but Toby was still partly in daydream land. He shook his head as though to clear it and stuck his hand in the air.

"A Porlock is not to be confused with a bunch of pixies masquerading as a small horse attempting to infiltrate a stable." He had a dead serious look on his face as he spoke, because was he WRONG? No. He was not. "Though there's some people who think that that's exactly what they are. Probably."