SPOILER!!: This!
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Originally Posted by
Felixir 
The chances that Toby was probably speaking to a friend of his just went way up; he knew a lot of Ravenclaws, and the majority of his friends (or at least those currently at Hogwarts) came from this house. His first thought was that maybe this was Soph, and he tilted his head just a bit, but didn't guess just yet. Something told him that wasn't the answer.
"I'm a Hufflepuff," Toby replied, and it was all he could do to hold back and not blab on even more. Usually when he provided his name, his year always came out too out of pure habit. BUT... that was a good idea for a second question. There were so many Ravenclaws that took this class that the options for guessing he was talking to were still plentiful. "What... year are you in?" This... could be helpful. Maybe he was still being too broad, though.
When it came to staying disguised, Toby was lucky about one thing. Being so tired and everything was accompanied by the fact that his bounciness was incredibly subdued. That might had been a big giveaway, but today Toby was just sort of... fidgeting. A lot. That couldn't be helped.
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....It was the strangest thing, by the way; having a dog speak to him. While Gabe had been standing there, mostly still, some of his shifting and hand wringing had peeked through. Natural habit. He had no idea who he was talking to and that was stressful. Not to mention, words were hard, anyway.
"Sixth Year..."...and he'd almost added
Prefect without even thinking about it. Blink.
A Hufflepuff, however. Well, that didn't really tell him much. He knew several Hufflepuffs; girls and boys alike. And yes, the next, most logical question was
Year...but Gabe went in a different direction.
"Do you have a favorite professor? If so, who?" His voice might've trembled a bit...but it was hard to say.