Every day was the same.

Up at 5:30am, without so much as the need for an alarm clock, for a jog around the grounds, try and work up his fitness and stuff. Shower and all that stuff before lessons and then an hour to get ready. Then it was breakfast. The days were devoted to lessons, homework and extra study that he had decided on, and Tobias focused on these things until about 4pm every day. At the end of the day he went and fetched his broom and headed straight out to the practice pitch to do as much flying as he wanted, both for fun and for actual serious practice. Usually about two or three hours. When it started to get dark, Tobias would go back to the castle for dinner. He'd go for a quick walk around the inside of the castle (because he STILL had energy) until the curfew, at which point the Hufflepuff would give himself free time to do what he wanted until he got tired and passed out at 11pm every night. Without fail.

Sometimes he flew in the morning and jogged in the afternoon, but not today.

It seemed that plenty of other people were getting some flying practice in too, for when Tobias reached the practice pitch he could see several other people, including a few Hufflepuffs.

Deciding to warm up before he started being all social, Tobias mounted his broom (grinning, because he was still so happy to OWN a broom) and flew up into the air. He took a moment to see if there was anyway in the way of where he was planning to fly, but it was all clear.

When he was about 50 feet off the ground, level with the highest goal hoop, Tobias started doing laps around the pitch. Slow at first, but gradually getting faster and faster, so as to test out both his speed AND his agility.