It was now a habit to layer up as much as he could when Toby woke up in the morning. He was pretty sure he'd forgotten what it was like to be properly warm, and was really quite used to all this eternal winter stuff.

When he arrived at the classroom, Toby smiled at Professor Fuller and gave him a little wave and a smile as he headed for a seat beside a window. No extreme weather could deter him from taking up his regular seat.

"Hi Professor Fuller," the fifteen year old said, sitting down and taking out his wand and note-taking things from his bag, wondering just how much he'd even end up writing down today. Toby's class notes were gradually becoming less and less informative these days, and more like sheets full of doodles surrounding the most basic of information for the class. That wasn't how he intended for things to happen; he wanted to focus, he really did. It was just that getting distracted and carried away was his default setting, especially in lessons.

Still, he was determined to keep on trying. Hard work always paid off.

"Nice, uhh... day for..." Ahem. "... Charms?" Merlin knew where he'd been going with that sentence. Still, Toby acted casual. He made sense. He did.