Toby was doing his usual rounds around hogwarts, and he had just made his way into the DADA tower, his blond hair messy from the wind outside, although, it was never truely neat.

the gryffindor had just come from the greenhouse, with small specks of dirt still on his hands and white button down. surprisingly, his red and gold striped tie was clean, not a speck of dirt on it.

he didn’t seem too bothered about his hair, or the dirt, but then again, he was never truely bothered by anything.