Toby had grown accustomed to dusty and cobwebby corridors and classrooms by now, though the cobwebs still made him think of spiders. Aside from being unnerved by that, it made him feel weirdly nostalgic; Toby's first term had been a term of major budget cuts AND a significant lack of house elves, and everything had been all grimy and dusty and dirty. In a way, this made him think of that. It was weirdly poetic... y'know... first term, last term sort of thing.

He DID notice the lack of cobwebs on the sign however, even as unobservant as he usually was. As a result, Toby poked his head curiously inside the room before stepping inside properly, trying to scout out if the inside of the room was as clean as... the sign. Soooooo... that could probably count as his ENTRANCE, right? Because for a moment Toby totally forgot about making a proper entrance, and so had to belated tack on some dramatic JAZZ HANDS as he went over to his usual seat by the window.

"Hey, Professor Glendower," the Hufflepuff said as he took his seat and started setting up. Then he noticed what looked like broom handles propped up at the front of the room, and instantly began craning his neck to get a proper look and see if they were the FLYING kind of broom? Would they be flying? Pleeeeease? WAS IT THAT KIND OF BROOM? HE COULDN'T TELL.

Toby seemed to realise what he was doing after a moment or two, paused suddenly, and went back to sitting properly in his seat, fidgeting with his quill as per usual. Nothing untoward here. Nope.