Soooooooooo... why was it so dark in here? Toby stopped at the entrance to the barnyard and took a moment to sort of peer around, before stepping inside properly and heading across to the blankets and flopping down on one. He sat there, cross-legged, before twisting around and grabbing the corners of the padded blanket, and pulling it around himself, E.T.-style.

Except he was more F.T. than E.T. And he'd never seen the movie. But y'know. Not the point.

"Hey Prof. T," the Hufflepuff greeted the professor with a wide toothy grin, recycling a favourite old nickname. The T stood for teddy bear. Then, of course, Toby's attention went between the box and the bag, wondering what they'd be doing today. And, as usual, he fidgeted. Even inside his F.T. blanket cocoon... cave... thing.