Five years of attending Astronomy lessons in this classroom meant that Toby had well and truly established where his favourite place to sit was. He'd sat the same seat, one by the window, ever since his first ever class up here, and today would be no exception.

Once he'd passed the lint roller over his uniform, with the efficient and fluid motion of someone who was used to this and had done it many times before, Toby stepped into the room and looked around for any clues that might give away what they were doing today. By the time he reached that regular seat of his, Toby had of course noticed the pumpkins on each desk. There was no way that even HE could miss them.

"Afternoon, Professor Airey. Having a good day?" Toby greeted the astronomer as he took his seat and immediately picked up the pumpkin (fidgety idle hands, you see) before noticing the message on the board. Oh. Uh. Well... was this considered manhandling it? Toby's gaze went back to Airey and he slowly made to put the pumpkin back on the desk with a sort of questioning look, as if to say 'yes? no? can I hold Pumpkin?'