Making an entrance was always difficult when you weren't in an entrance-making mood. But Toby had come to realise over the past couple of years that when he didn't make an energetic, happy entrance to this class, a few people would always know something was up. So he did what he did best, and faked it 'til he made it.

Pausing outside the room to gather himself, Toby then ran and skidded into the classroom, sliding across the floor and doing jazz haaaands, with a big smile on his face. A smile that anyone who knew him well enough might recognise as completely forced.

The room set-up, that long table, the podium, none of it made Toby too curious, because Hogwarts. No one class was different to the next in this place, so he took it all in his stride as he went across to take his usual seat by one of the windows.

"Hey Professor, good to see you," he said simply, offering Glendower a little smile as he took a seat and got his things set up.