Oakey was on a mission it didn't matter if his new friend Mordred told him not to do it or to go ahead with it. He didn't even care if Mordred was right behind him or not. Oakey NEEDED to get back to the suits of armor, he NEEDED to OVERCOME his fear, he NEEDED to teach that boggart a lesson about messing with his emotions. He was repeating the spell in his head over and and over again Ridiculous no, Redikulos, no Radicalus, NO, NO, NO He said this out loud. Riddikulus! That's what it was he was sure of it. Oakey had learned his first spell and classes hadn't even begun yet. He pushed his way through a crowd of people who were all standing by some awful singer who clearly needed some lessons. OAKEY WAS ON A MISSION!