Tobias Fuller-Thompson entered the classroom, trying to look as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as he usually was for this class, despite actually being more like bleary-eyed and tousle-haired. He was as eager for Ancient Runes as he always was, though, despite his sleepy demeanor. He knew that Professor Botros was likely to understand that, as he understood so much else.

The Hufflepuff zombied his way to his seat, daydreaming vaguely of coffee, though that stuff had the tendency to make him, quite literally, bounce off the walls.

"G'mornin' P'fessor," Toby mumbled, hoping his greeting was at least clear enough to be understood by the elderly man, who he also greeted with a smile. Toby flopped down at his usual desk and got as far as retrieving his textbook from his bag and placing it on the desk, before he ended up resting his head down on the hefty book as though it were a comfortable feather pillow. Sleeping? No. Just having a rest. Just until class started. It was horribly impolite, but Toby still felt barely conscious, and his manners were lost somewhere in the haze of sleepiness. No doubt he'd feel horribly guilty later.

No offence, Professor Botros. It wasn't an Ancient Runes thing. Wasn't even an early morning thing, really. He just... needed... to rest. And it was so warm in here, so nice and warm.