Toby was bored. Bored! It was a bit pathetic, really. He had all of Diagon Alley and all of Knockturn Alley at his fingertips, and there wasn't a single thing he wanted to do. It didn't matter how pathetic Toby considered his dilemma, in the long run. For the teenager was still incapable of finding anything that could capture his interest. Due to Jack's working hours, the werewolf was in Diagon almost every day, and was trusted to wander as he pleased. That was brilliant for a while, but now that the boy had seen all there was to be seen, there was little to do.
Plopping himself down on a rusty old bench, the male let out a deep sigh. Perhaps he should get a tattoo. Toby had always wanted one, and he knew that there was a place in Knockturn. Or perhaps he should get a part-time job somewhere for the summer. Now that wasn't a bad idea. A job would probably keep him busy, and Merlin knows the storeowners were practically begging for workers around this time of year. The spending money would be nice as well, Toby couldn't believe he hadn't though of this earlier.
Standing from the bench and stretching his muscular arms, Toby began to slowly walk down the cobblestone street, making sure to keep an eye out for Help Wanted, or Now Hiring signs. Completely absorbed in the shop fronts as he was, Toby had no warning before he crashed straight into another person. Attempting not to land on top of whomever he'd just bumped into, Toby controlled his fall enough that it was his side that got most of the impact. Wincing slightly as he pushed himself up with heavily scarred arms, the werewolf examined the blood trickling down his leg. Wondering if he just gained another scar to add to his collection, Toby looked up to see how the other person involved in the collision had faired.