Okay, so like...

Toby was exhausted. Which really was saying something. This was a boy who could run and frolic and bounce around the school and grounds all day and still be an impossible ball of energy right up until the moment he went to sleep (at which point he would still be constantly moving and even talking and yeah), and some nights he didn't even do that. Toby didn't get tired. Not like this.

He was just mentally and emotionally drained. It had been a surprisingly difficult lesson, especially considering he'd not done anything. Dealing with emotions was tiring work, putting up walls was draining, and trying to seem unbothered when you really actually were affected by stuff was just straight up hard. But necessary.

Toby, who had started to slump a little where he sat on his little section of floor, now leaned back against the wall. Did he still look like he was thinking of his happy memory? Hopefully. Though sooner or later he might have to get his wand again and actually go through the motions of saying the words and emulating the wand movement. But even that seemed too risky in his irrational state of mind.

Blue eyes roved about the room, taking in the others entering the maze or practicing the spell, before Toby looked down at the space of floor near him, so very tempted to just lay down right there. Don't do it Toby. Don't. Do. It.

He didn't. Instead, he looked up again, gaze going automatically to the door, and then on to the professor where his gaze lingered for a moment, and then back to his classmates. He continued to watch them creature silvery animals or whisps or puffs of smoke with that same unreadable expression.