Toby was so sooooooooo ready.

His summer so far had not gone as planned. He'd missed basically all of it so far, including almost half of his internship AND an entire month of U17 training AND games, after... The Cow Incident. It had taken a lot of begging his healer, a fair deal of bargaining, and a lot of promises he hoped he could keep, but Toby was here. It felt good. Now he just had to prove he could handle this, and not get too carried away. STILL, though. EXCITING.

Of course, what with everything, he'd not had the chance to fly yet, but Toby had kept his broom in good condition, well-serviced, tail twigs clipped and handle polished so well he could practically see his face in it, so there was no reason he wouldn't fly well. He'd have LIKED a little more practice, but the circumstances were out of his control.

Oh hey, Bart was here! They were teammates, 'cause U17s, even though Toby had been off sick for a long while. As he passed him Toby gave the Gryffindor a smile and a friendly clap on the shoulder.

"Hey Bart. Figured I'd see you here," he smiled, then moved along to find a space to stand, smiling at the woman person who seemed to have a sort of in-charge aura about her. When he found a place to stand, Toby became instantaneously fixated on his broom and began speculating to himself whether it was up to the appropriate standard for today. He stared intently at it, from the end of the handle to the tip of the tail twigs. Hm. Stare.