Ma had wanted Toby to help with the potions yet again. And, as was often the case, Toby was avoiding her. Instead he had decided to sneak into de Montfault Theater. Typically this wouldn't be a problem but lately Uncle Arthur had decided that if Toby couldn't realize he wasn't there to be on the stage then he ought not to be in the theater. Which left Toby with the task of breaking and entering. After all, he only wanted to see so he could get practice while he was home for the summer.

Which is how he found himself in the side alley off High Street, crouched under the open windows of a shop, arms full of stinkweed he'd found growing next to a greenhouse. It would be perfect. He'd decided. Except of course Ma was roaming High Street looking for him. And the small fact that the weeds in his arms apparently made him want to sneeze.

Toby sniffled, burying his nose into his sleeve. Merlin, he ought to have thought to cover his nose. But if he could just get these to Uncle Arthur and distract him with them (how he hadn't quite decided yet) it would be fine.