Toby was now very much used to the standards that Professor Bellaire expected in her classroom. He was very glad it was one of the first lessons of the day, too, because his restless self wouldn't have the time to end up looking all scruffy thanks to the perpetual motion thing. He'd stopped in the boy's bathroom just before getting here, making sure his uniform was still on straight and his hair was tidy (though he'd showered after his morning run, so it had no reason not to be), and now headed into the classroom.

"G'morning Professor Bellaire," Toby said brightly as he entered, heading to his usual spot at the side of the classroom, over by one of the closed windows. There was no chair or desk to stand behind so Toby merely stood there. He found himself tapping his hands against his legs and quickly moved his hands so they were clasped behind his back, not wanting to irritate the professor. One knee was already lightly bouncing, and Toby did his best to keep the movement as discreet as possible, chewing anxiously on his lip as he did so. He almost seemed to give off the air that he was trembling, though that was favourable, if you asked him.