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Toby that was a cool name Bart nodded, "Nice to meet you too." That felt weird saying since he knew he had seen the boy around, but they really never spoke. Oh he played everywhere well that was super intersesting and awesome to. "Well what's your favorite place to play?" He wondered if there could be a favorite really. He hadn't found one yet. "Oh well I played chaser at my old school, but I kind of want to play beater. I watched my step brother play last term and thought it was awesome." So either of those positions would make him happy.
He listened about the professors as he continued snipping the twigs. "I guess, they just all seem to talk to much." He nodded at Toby's words though. Boy had a point now didn't he. "Yeah I guess you're right. I can't stand to open books. They are all so boring, but lectures are boring too. I'd much rather do spells and play quidditch than sit in a boring classroom." Who wouldn't really. Though he knew one puffer that would probably be afraid of the great outdoors if ever given the chance.
What was his favorite subject that got Toby a grin, "Potions." He loved the class. Making things from scratch was fun especially when you could have a possible explosion in the mean time. But really where else could you make fireworks and breath fire. It was a great class.
Snip. Snip snip.
Snip.
....................... snip.
Tobias was very carefully using his free hand to follow along the line of the twigs in the broom's tail end. It was once easier to do this once the worst of the stray twigs were off, and by this point Tobias was only really fine-tuning. This was always his favourite part of broom servicing, and he liked to believe he was rather good at it.
He looked up again whenever Bart spoke, replying and trimming tail twigs at the same time.
"I'm not sure I have a favourite," he said cheerily, getting real close to the broom and squinting to try and judge the angle of the next snip very carefully. Once it was decided, Toby put the clippers in place and leaned his face away so it wouldn't get hit by any stray pieces of twig, and clipped the end off.
"I just like to play. And the ones I've played are really fun in different ways, so it doesn't feel right to compare them."
If he was completely honest, Tobias completely agreed with Bart when it came to the lesson thing. He was constantly daydreaming about playing Quidditch when he was in class; the sport was almost always on his mind. But Toby stuck with lessons and always resolved to do the best he could, but as he was growing up, his ability to concentrate was getting worse. Some subjects he excelled at and willingly did extra work for, others he only just managed to do well in. Really, Tobias just stuck with his academics out of loyalty. Pure loyalty to his grandfather, who'd recognised Toby's ability with magical subjects, and didn't want him to throw it away.
... But he was getting distracted. (See? SEE?)
"Potions is awesome. And I really like Professor Culloden," Toby said simply, giving a nod. He glanced up again and looked at Bart.
"We should brew a potion some time. In the Potions lab." Good way of properly making friends and stuff, 'cause Bart said he liked it. Toby looked over at Cutty and smiled at him.
"You too, Cutty. It could be fun."
Anyway, yes... the broom. At first glance it probably looked like it was done, but Toby knew better. He was now worked on making sure that the line of the cut where the twigs had been clipped off were all properly in line with the sleek shape of the tail end. Really, this could be important, but it wasn't necessary for the broom to fly. Just one of those little things that improved handling and turning and stability and things like that.
He heard Bart and Cutty talking about the tryouts, and Tobias looked up at Cutty again when he mentioned not making the team. It seemed like hard luck that Cutty couldn't practice over the summer; he'd have offered to let the boy practice with him, but living in a muggle area meant that was impossible. Toby couldn't quite gauge the Slytherin's feelings about not getting on the team, but decided to not saying anything, mainly because he was focused on getting this broom juuuuuust right.
"We could all fly together too. Maybe," Tobias spoke, leaning away from the broom and up straight, subconsciously trying to stretch out an ache in his back. The broom was done.
He looked at the pair.
"If you like?"