"OOMPH!"

Tobias gave a muffled sort of yell as he hit the ground, face first, and sort of lay there for a moment. Really, it was quite comfortable. Though he was probably filthy now.

Removing his hand from his pocket (along with the sought after chocolate), Tobias placed both palms on the ground and pushed himself up a bit so he was no longer eating dirt. The Hufflepuff moved so he was sitting cross-legged on the floor and looked down at himself. Yep. Filthy. It was a good job he was just wearing the shirt/trouser/tie part of his uniform and not his robes. Those things were AWFUL to try and wash.

Wrinking his nose as he inwardly grumbled for the 483683486234th time about the fact that he had to DO HIS OWN LAUNDRY, Tobias reached for his chocolate and started to treat himself.

As he sat there.

In the middle of the pathways.

Lost.