Cool. COOL COOL COOL. Zander seemed to be following with his reading, there were smiles all 'round, and everything was going WELL. Toby just grinned at the other two and sat back to listen to what Zander had worked out for Soph. HE JUST ABOUT MANAGED to refrain from interjected with a joking sort of ''SCUSE YOU' in jest at the implication that seventeen was 'properly old', juuuust about. Didn't want to interupt. Maybe later he'd point out to Zander that HE, TOBY, in fact would reach the grand old, muggle adult standard, age of EIGHTEEN in less than six months. Merlin.

Toby had sensed Tanner walking by, and had expected her to either pass them by or maybe correct them if they got anything wrong. But what she actually spoke about was a pleasant enough surprise. He looked up at her, looking pleased.

"Really?" Big ol' grin there from him. "Hey, awesome! Thanks Professor!"

Of course, when he looked back at Soph, she'd already been working on the reading with his old name and seemed unwilling to redo all her work. Which was fair enough. He gave a shrug and, still grinning, shook his head. "It's cool! I can work it out for myself with the new name later. It'll probably take a while anyway." And hey, he could maybe start an Arithmancy journal with readings for himself in preparation for NEWTs next year. It was all good practice.

NEWTs though. Oooop.

Wait, no, no time to think about that, 'cause now Soph was reading his stuff out to him. Toby tried to slow the bouncing and instead focus on listening, but in the end, as always, it was fidgeting that helped him concentrate, so Toby sat there and twirled his quill and stuff until she was done.

"Wow. That name doesn't seem to have a lot of luck," he joked, seeming genuinely pretty chill. "Reckon I'll definitely see what the other reading says, too." If he got round to it, y'know.

Soooo, they were done? They were DONE. "Nice one, guys. Guess that's a wrap." Oh, wait. Muggle reference. Would they both get it? EH. YOLO. THAT'S A WRAP.