Originally Posted by Felixir

Air. He needed air. With NEWT study and other THINGS on his mind and basically holing himself up in the library or common room whenever he wasn't in classes, Toby was going absolutely stir crazy. It had gotten to the point where no matter where he looked it was like he could see textbooks dancing around the edges of his vision, pink elephant style, and that was when he decided he needed a break.

Without stopping to grab a cloak or a jacket, Toby had headed to the nearest outdoor space, the courtyard. He stepped out into the brisk cold air and watched as his breath turned into steam in front of him. This was good. Nice and freezing cold and even a little snowy, something to snap him back to his senses a little bit.

... Really was a bit chilly though. To combat this, Toby merely shoved his hands deep into his pockets, not really feeling like bouncing to warm up. He looked up at the sky, and daydreamed about flying. He yearned for it, even in weather like this where he'd have surely frozen to his broom. That would be much, much better that studying for NEWTs, though that kind of negativity was not something he would voice to anyone out loud. Probably.

Though the intention had been to go for a walk, Toby just stood there, hands in pockets, staring at the sky, taking deep breaths of the cold, biting air. Outside. Outside was good.