Toby hadn't been taking any notes at all. How could he, with his head still buried firmly in his arms? Maybe he'd remember it. Maybe he'd just have to add this to the extra reading and studying he needed to do in his own time. Maybe maybe maybe.

He didn't bring his head up again until the very end of Culloden's spiel, and even then he only looked up to see the list of ingredients on the board in order to copy them down, his eyes suspiciously red-rimmed and puffy. Even the mention of a cow in the list didn't make Toby as enthusiastic as it might usually have done. It just made him miss his cow friends. He wanted to go home.

The brass cauldron was already there, and Toby mumbled a simple cleaning spell as he pointed his wand to the inside of it, and then the glass. Once the glass was full of milk he lit a fire and set it up to do its thing, on medium. Or something.

"Aguamenti," Toby murmured, just wanting to stay as quiet as possible and blend into the background for the rest of this class. A stream of water emitted from the tip of his wand, filling up the cauldron. Once the three minutes (maybe three minutes, anyway... Toby wasn't really paying attention or counting, his mind was elsewhere) was up, he switched the glass for the cauldron, to allow it to heat up in its place. He poured the milk haphazardly into the cauldron, set the glass down heavily, twiddled his wand at the flame to set it to low. Then he sat back in his seat again, back to chewing fitfully at his fingernails and staring unseeingly at the his warped reflection in the brass cauldron.