Though Tobias had only been with Mack, and both of those occasions being less than ideal, he'd always played it off that he was as experienced as the next lad pretended he was. In truth, the vast majority of lads their age had far less experience than they bragged about in their dorms or under the bleachers or by the forest; only the most foolish amongst them would ever admit that the story about the girl who had scratched him up with her nails while screaming his name as she came was untrue - even if they all pretty much knew that the story was farfetched. Such was the way of boys, though.

Such was the way of boys, as well, to sit about with a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey as they debated on who might be able to land a girl first.

"Which witch wouldn't want me over you, Sinclair? Quidditch Captain trumps Polo Wanker any day of the week," he claimed, smirking as he brought his fag to his mouth for another inhale.

"I'd prefer it to not be one of our own House; there's Gryffindor's McTiernan - that fifth year who can't seem to stop staring at me," he began, though he shook his head next. "Though, considering she's already obsessed with me, wouldn't be quite fair to you, would it?"