So. Seventh year. Final year. NEWT year. Here goes, then.

Toby had already said his goodbyes and was now making his way onto the train. Soph would be up in the Prefects' Compartment, of course, but he was pretty sure they'd see each other before journey's end. As for right now, Tobias found an himself empty compartment right at the back of the train after storing his luggage and letting Bludger out of his cat basket to roam free.

He settled into his seat and looked out the window, resting his feet on the edge of the seat opposite. The goodbyes had been hard, harder than they'd been last year. Leaving his dad behind was hard enough, and then when it came to baby Curtis, Toby hadn't wanted to let go of him. He'd actually considered straight up refusing to board the train at the last second, and going home instead to stay with Piers and his little brother, but... well, he was on board, wasn't he? Clearly that hadn't happened. In the end Toby had simply put on that happy, unbothered facade and boarded the train, knowing full well that he was fooling no-one though not dissuaded by that fact in the least.

But now he was ON the Hogwarts Express, so he could at least compartmentalise (heheh). He stopped thinking about sad things, all of them (with a little effort), and cast his mind around for some positive things to think about instead. Like... like cows. Ehehehe. Hehe. Heh.

Welp. Hopefully someone would come along soon. Old friends or acquaintances or even someone totally new; Toby looked forward to some company. Friends were ALWAYS good to focus on. Always. Bring on the friends.