Yeah, no, Toby was probably never going to get into the habit of checking a room with that homenomenemenomnomnom spell as he entered, because he just wasn't suspicious enough. Of anything. Didn't see a reason for constant vigilance, and was generally far too trusting of everybody and everything. Luckily there was no opportunity for him to have blurted that out, as they got straight on with the lesson.

Uhhh... hmm. Were they Mandrakes? Toby couldn't really tell, because his brain was just... not switched on or something. Clearly he'd been doing far too much History of Magic studying, and thoughts of that had just taken over his entire brain. He stared at the plant, the flowers, the roots. The roots in particular, because it was the root of a Mandrake that was usually dangerous and screamed a whole lot and looked all human and could totally kill you. But he could see the roots, and... yeah. Hm. HMMM. Maybe?

He had no idea. And he suddenly couldn't remember a single page of his Herbology journal either, and it was all a big mess in his brain. Sooooo Toby kept quiet, choosing not to answer or anything, and quietly drummed his fingers on the desk, getting ready to take some notes. Normally, getting things wrong was okay with him. But not in this class, not today.

If there was a practical portion, THAT would turn out better for him. Yep.