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sweetpinkpixie
9-7-7...well...that meant absolutely nothing to him. Same for his numbers apparently being 3-4-3. Well, besides it being the most unpopular formation in the English Premier League for decades now. Perhaps even a century!
"Nope, can't say that it does," he mused, his thoughts sufficiently distracted by football and being vulnerable to wide attacks or quick switch of play. "Perhaps you can come back and inform me." Cue a slightly cheeky wink from the professor.
Toby was trying his best to fold up the parchment neatly so that he could put it safely in his pocket for the trip back downstairs, but he was only succeeding in creasing it up even more. Even when he looked at Airey again, it took a conscious effort not to distractedly fiddle with it, but he managed.
"You got it, Professor," Toby said with a nod, before adding a salute for good measure.
"I'm sure the answers are in the numbers. Or... something." Yeah. That.
"I'd best be getting back; we only had half an hour and I forgot what time she even said that." Even so, Toby checked the watch Ella had given him for his seventeenth birthday. Well... it was still class time, so that was a good sign.
"Thanks for your help, though. I appreciate it." He'd obviously return the favour, if such need for one ever arose.