Great day for Muggle Studies indeeeeeeeeeed. Toby flashed another grin at the professor when she commented on HIS cheeriness (it was always nice when people saw him as happy, RIGHT?) and gave her a DOUBLE THUMBS UP.

Soon enough, it was time for class to start. Toby quickly dated and titled his class notes, took a cursory look around the class to see who'd shown up today, then directed his attention back to Moxley. His listening ears were on, yes, listening and ready to learn.

Toby didn't know who that was. Any muggle history stuff he'd learnt back in primary school simply hadn't stuck in his head, perhaps because back then he was even harder to be contained than now. So if he'd been taught it back then, it wasn't in his head now. But he'd give it a guess.

"That," said Toby, hand waving in the air and forcing extra enthusiasm into his answer even though he still wasn't feeling it. "Is a MAN with a PLAN. I mean, look at his FACE. Is that not a look of pure determination?" And a killer beard, too. French would have liked it.