So, Soph had gotten him right BACK with a bop on the head, and Toby was quite prepared to keep the back and forth going for as long as necessary. He'd just looked over and raised his moon to return the favour again when Airey's voice rang out telling them to keep their moons to themselves. But Toby, who usually did evERYTHINGHEWASTOLDBYPROFESSORSOMGRULES!!!11!1!!ON E!!, was feeling ESPECIALLY fidgetyandimpulsiveandmischievous today, and super quickly whapped Soph on the head just ONE LAST TIME. Hehe. Last hit. Hehehe.

Okay. He was done now. Promise. Ahem. "Sorry Professor Airey," Toby whispershouted, just for good measure.

But he couldn't keep his moon still, because he was Toby, so instead it ended up being carefully brandished about again, occasionally throwing the light from the bluebell flames onto his face. Lalala, don't mind him. Oh, but... they were supposed to be doing things. Rotating. Right. Toby did that too, rotating on the spot so more of the light could hit his styrofoam moon until he basically had a full moon... before using it to write his name in the air, just 'cause. That was until the question was asked and he raised his hand... the one holding the moon, and waved it around.

"Waxing gibbons. GIBBOUS. Waxing g i b b o u s. Don't wax gibbons." He fidgeted on the spot and bounced on his toes, before looking over his shoulder to see what else was going on that he was missing because he wasn't looking.

Then back at the moon, all lit up. "Full moon," he said to himself, before lowering it down so his body blocked the light and couldn't reach it. "Total eclipse." Hehe. Toby looked over his shoulder so he could see Airey again. It felt rude to stand with his back to him, even if they'd been told to.