Swinging his schoolbag along side him, occasionally letting it scuff along the floor as he went, Toby entered the Charms classroom for this lesson. He'd not forgotten that it was a joint affair, and that Bellaire likely had her own rules in play, including the one about being all neat and tidy and well-groomed. And... well... he had given it his best effort, though he'd been crazy levels of exhausted today.

"Morning Professor Bellaire, Professor Quigley." He had an apple, too. Another green one which he placed on Quigley's desk before going to find somewhere to sit.

The sixth year didn't take his regular seat today, opting for a desk still by a window but as far back in the room as he could get. He stowed the back beneath the chair and then stood behind it and waited.

And... prodded the cage on the desk a couple of times, because he had fidgety hands that couldn't resist checking out new things. Toby was curious.