Mornings had never been any trouble for Toby, except for perhaps the odd day or two. It had been that way ever since his first year, and even now, in his seventh year, that was very much the same. He was was bouncy. Overly so. Suspiciously so. Almost like he was forcing it a little bit.

Of course, it didn't take long before THAT was over.

The transition from school corridor to jungle hadn't surprised Tobias at all, I mean, Hogwarts, right? He bounced on into the rainforest!classroom like it was the most natural thing in the world. Bellaire wasn't here, but Zander was. Toby opened his mouth to greet him, but before that could happen he ended up following the Gryffindor's line of sight and...

...

... oh. Oh no. Oh no no no. No. Nooooooooooooooo. Nope.

THAT was a VERY NEGATIVE SIGN, okay? It made the breath catch in Toby's throat and he almost definitely had gone very pale. If this was going to be a lesson as emotionally draining as Defence Against the Dark Arts had been (and it was starting to look that way), he may as well just turn back around and leave.

But he didn't.

He just stood there. Staring. At the sign.

Not even bouncing.