Since leaving for school, Toby had paid zero attention to those 'last first -whatever-' traditions that marked the beginning of the end of his time here. He wasn't sad about them, not really. But THIS one, his annual start of term visit to Professor Botros' office for a catch-up, this one was at the forefront of Toby's mind. Wouldn't be doing this next year, would he?

Still, he was refusing to be sad about it. Or maybe it was more that he wasn't sad at all, but had managed to convince himself that HE was the one keeping the emotions at bay. Point was, he was CHIPPER. After all, there would be many many MANY visits to his Head of House's office throughout the rest of the year. No need for sads.

Toby reached the door, knocked in his signature way, then stepped back and habitually glanced at the small table with the reading material, at the comic books in particular, which hadn't been updated in all the time he'd been at this school. It made him smile.