That poor Gryffindor kid. Toby really felt for him. It was, after all, right that Airey let them be slightly more informal with addressing him and stuff, but it was difficult to know which of the other staff was accepting of that. Tobias looked between Domingo and the Gryffindor boy, worrying the inside of his lip and hoping that the kid was alright.

As for the question, nope. Toby had no idea; Arithmancy was a subject that he remembered very little of, though this was probably one of those pieces of information he should know by now. Instead of providing an answer, Toby simply scribbled down what some of the other kids were saying on the belief that they must be right with speaking so confidently, and glanced up every now and then to look at Domingo. Or the Gryffindor!kid.

Did he want candy? Toby probably had a chocolate frog in his bag that he could hand over after class, on the off chance that it might cheer the boy up a little bit.