"Always, Professor." Like, he could always count on Toby. Because Toby was very dependable, or so he liked to think. Whether that was true or not depended entirely on the person who was, well, y'know... doing the depending.

But, d'aww. Here was Culloden, bigging Toby up, and Toby found himself wanting to deflect the compliments. But sometimes people got unhappy when he tried to do that, so he didn't.

"Thanks, sir. I sure hope so," was all he said, still as grinny as ever. "Alright, yeah, sure." GOSH. DADA study. Oops. He'd forgotten he'd come out here to do that. Rahh. NEWTs. Talk about coming back to reality with a crash. "I'll come see you again soon, yeah?" To chat or talk about Potions things in preparation for NEWT stuff or just to hang out or whatever. Maybe he'd borrow a book, which was a big deal, because Toby couldn't always spare the concentration to read extra books unless he was really into something. Like potions. Or other subjects. Or Quidditch.

Or cows.

"So yep. Definitely see you around."

Many more times before term was over, oh yes.