Toby gave Soph a casual nudge with his elbow when she went ahead and earned those five points for being a nerd. He smiled, but kept his eyes up ahead on Tanner. Yeah, he didn't want to risk being reprimanded for PDA again, because he wasn't exactly sure where the line was.

Okay, yes, moving on. Phone numbers. Right. Toby copied all those ones down from the board and got to work with reducing those ones as well.



Finally, after spending a little longer on his work than usual, Toby looked up and rubbed at his eyes. He'd not noticed how close he'd been leaning to the parchment, frowning and squinting in concentration, until he'd sat up again, and now his eyes hurt as well as his brain. Not that the reducing thing was that hard (well... kinda... he'd managed to catch a few mistakes), but because he'd been puzzling over just how a phone number could be bad. Surely the 'bad' ones felt left out. It was kind of a judgemental practice and saddened his delicate little Hufflepuff heart. But he wasn't gonna say that, of course, so just sat in silence, yep. His thoughts on the numbers were on his parchment.