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Toby might have been one of the worst prefects to plague the corridors of Hogwarts in years. He didn't know. It wasn't like he was really abusing his power. He barely yelled at anyone, so it wasn't as if he was going after kids from other houses just for a chance to take points. He'd never let any bullying or anything seriously dangerous (though his definition of seriously dangerous and other people's definition were probably very different) get past him. Still, he hated patroling. It was monotonous, most of the people out after hours were just people snogging... some of whom he recognized... so that was a little awkward... He tended to just stay away from broom closets and dark corners under stairwells all together now.

But he had to change up his route at least a little every so often, in order to avoid Ronna, who ran her path like clockwork, so that broke up the dullness a bit. It was almost like an elaborate game of hide and seek, except neither wanted to find the other. They'd discussed... the Event, obviously, and he wanted to have just put it to rest so they both could move on, but of course that was easier said than done. The tension might have lessened a little, but it was still awkward as hell and Toby wasn't good at being awkward. He just wanted to be comfortable. Was that so much to ask? To be able to relax and fully enjoy at least one Quidditch practice or class without his eyes warily darting over to make sure she wasn't glaring at him or anything? Granted, the glaring was probably less of an issue now, but between Jess still dropping so-not-subtle hints and teasing him about, sometimes even his brothers joining in, and the frustration of not playing a single game this year, and OWLs...

He was just a bit stressed, was all. He wanted the year to be over so it could be summer and he could just do as he liked without looking over his shoulder. Things would be better next year. No serious exams, everyone would have forgotten about him and Ronna and their... issues, and he could spend the year having some actual fun. Maybe he could sneak a bottle of firewhiskey into the castle and- well, he'd be nearly seventeen by then, after all. His sixteenth birthday was coming with the end of the school year. He turned off from the landing of the sixth floor and entered the corridor with a small groan. Alright, just.... a long while to go. He didn't recognize the girl stepping towards him at first until he took another step closer and it realized it was not some smart a** rulebreaker purposefully trying to get caught out late, but in fact, Ronna. Oh no. He considered wheeling around and going back the way he'd came, but she could easily follow him. He had a feeling he was in for something tonight, from her narrowed eyes and arms crossed position. What, he wasn't sure.

"Evening," he supplied back, warily. Then he looked confused. "Wait, what? Borrow me for what?" he asked, puzzled, wondering if she needed his help (though the idea was laughable) to hunt down some younger students trying to break into the Restricted Section or something. But she had mentioned something about "minor rule infractions going unnoticed" not destroying the castle so now he really had no clue. She seemed... extremely determined about something. He resisted the urge to back up and flee and took a stride closer, then stopped, waiting for her to explain further. "You... you alright, Ronna?"