A sixth year Ravenclaw. That narrowed it right down, didn't it? In fact, it was that and the nervous fidgeting that made Toby almost certain of who he was talking to. He'd been trying to pick up on anything telling, and it looked like he'd found it. Of course, Toby immediately felt bad, because it felt like the other kid's nerves were sort of... helping him guess. Now it felt like cheating. So he'd ask one more question, one he was pretty sure would tell him if his suspicions were right.

First though, there was that question.

"Uhhh..." Toby faltered, and bit his lip. He might have wondered how that looked in his dog disguise, if he wasn't so busy thinking. "I try not to have favourites, but..." his gaze wandered across to where Professor Botros was standing before he realised what he was doing. WELP. He'd given it away now anyway, hadn't he? Toby looked back at mystery-kid-disguised-as-mystery-guy. "Professor Botros. But also Professor Flamsteed. And Thompson." ........ "Favourites are hard."

He'd forgotten all about trying to conceal his own mannerisms and that answer was probably about as telling as an answer could be, right down to the rambling. But now Toby was focusing on his last question so he could guess and hopefully help put his partner more at ease.

"What do you want to be when you leave Hogwarts?" If this was who he thought it was, Toby already had already heard the answer before, so this was as good as making an actual guess. He found himself fidgeting more in anticipation, something conveyed very well even in dog form.