With one hand shoved into his pocket and the other hand twirling his wand deftly through his fingers, Toby stepped into the barnyard. He was tired, worn out in all the ways, and feeling kinda despondent. All these things he put down to his NEWT studying, at least if anyone were to ask. It seemed that the NEWTs were really living up to the name, which was horrific and stressful but provided the perfect excuse for things.

In any case, today was CoMC, one of Toby's favourite classes and one of the ones he found it easy to do well in, so of course he was here. His love for animals had probably grown a hundredfold, if that was possible, since recent things that he was trying to not think about. Still twirling his wand, doing some neat little tricks as he did so, Toby glanced around for any clue of what they might be looking at today. Seeing nothing particularly telling, he simply looked to Thompson, said, "Hi Professor T," then looked back to his watch still-twirling wand.

It was fantastically soothing, really, to watch and do. AND it kept his fidgety hands busy, so that was like a double bonus.