Once Professor Moxley took a seat, Toby blinked and suddenly realised that HEY, he could do that TOO. He went ahead and sat in the seat he'd occupied last time it was in this office, shifting his school bag onto his lap and opening it up.

"I... well, I hope it's not broken now or anything," the Hufflepuff said uncertainly, eyeing the contents of the bag. He glanced up at the professor and said, by means of explanation, "I usually keep everything in my bag. Books, homework, notes, y'know? 'Cause I forget what classes I can and what I need, so it's easier to just... not unpack it."

Of course, that made it difficult to carry extra things. Honestly, though, it was super heavy at. all. times. Toby took a moment to wrestle something through from the bag now, freeing up a little space inside and causing the books inside to shift around a little. Now it was free, Toby lifted the loose paper wrapping he had around it, checking that the glass covering the face was still intact and the hands inside were still ticking away.

It was a clock. Nothing super duper amazingly special or anything, but something nice that Toby had noticed in the spare room of his grandma's house, and that he'd asked if he could take to give to someone. His grandma had, of course, obliged, and now here he was. Toby closed the wrapping back around it and held the gift out to Moxley, leaning and stretching that extra little bit to reach.

"I thought you might like to put it on your wall outside," he said. "Maybe. Or not, I mean. Even in a box or something, wherever, I mean..." Sigh. Toby. Shut up. Think, then talk. "..... I just thought it would be a nice thank you gift 'cause of how you let me read your comics and were real nice to me and that." Even though he'd been a total HARBINGER of SADNESS in that one class of hers last year, but Toby didn't say that part. It was implied.