Mkay, Toby could do that, easy. He finally stopped twirling his quill and started writing out his birthday, leaning his elbow on the desk and propping up his head in his hand. From time to time the sixth year's concentration wandered, and he frequently found himself watching the other students of Professor Tanner or simply staring off into space. But eventually he managed it, though Tobias couldn't help but feel frustrated that such a simple task had taken so much effort when it came to concentrating.

Oh hey, look at that. His second and third cycles matched too, just like Tanner's had. Neat. Toby took a glimpse at the textbook too, just to see what the numbers meant, but he immediately halted at his first one and squinted at the page.