Tobias Fuller-Thompson was definitely a little worse for wear. Again. He'd managed to pick himself up again after Christmas, and had been doing so well. But then with the bother he'd gotten himself into recently, on TOP of all the complaints he'd been hearing from his housemates about missing pets and THEN the issues with the creatures down at the playpens... well... it was taking its toll.

There was a distinct lack of bounce in Toby's step as he entered the classroom, and he resented himself for it. He'd tried to eat a decent breakfast that morning, but after half a slice of toast couldn't really face much more, but he was here.

"Hi Professor Botros," the Hufflepuff greeted his head of house tiredly, forcing a little smile because really, Botros was lovely and deserved for everyone to be happy in his presence, as WELL as deserving to be happy himself. Still, Toby couldn't help but feel guilty again now. Hadn't he totally BETRAYED Botros, by playing up for Flamsteed? He sort of lingered for half a second, looking as though he might say something else, but instead simply moved on so as not to block the doorway, finding his usual seat and getting all set up.