If you put something in front of Toby, there was always every possibility that he was going to pick that something up and fiddle with it. Poor impulse control, perpetual fidgeting, easily distracted; all things that contributed to that sort of stuff.

So as soon as the toadstools appeared in front of them, Toby's hands went straight for it. Luckily, he had the sense to stop himself before touching it and pulled on his dragonhide gloves like Professor Millard had done. Speaking of... he'd not said they couldn't touch, right? The Hufflepuff couldn't remember now.

Toby was better at remembering things in Herbology than he was in perhaps any other subject (except maybe Ancient Runes), but he still didn't remember the various names and characteristics of the many many many toadstools in the world. He didn't want to use his textbook to find the answer, but Toby thought it was a good idea to at least check once he had a vague idea of what the answer might be. But before he could do that, he was raising his hand.

"It could be the Vol... the... Volvo- no, Volvalaria... wait, no. I... hang on..." With his free hand, Toby quickly rifled through his textbook to the where there was a list of names of plants and tried to very quickly locate the one he meant. "... the Volvariella Pusilla." Yeah, no, he'd never had remembered that without checking.

He didn't even know if it was right, but other kids had said other things, so why not mix it up the answers and stuff? The one he'd mentioned was like, suuuuuper pale pink, which was why he'd thought of it for the toadstool he held in his hand.