West... he asked a lot of questions, good ones too, and ones that Mo very much wanted to know the answer to as well. He meandered closer to hear the answer, although half of his attention was fixated well away from the multitude of questions and on that very angry Gryffindor who had stalked off to the castle. Maybe she didn't eat enough fiber. That made people really cranky.

Worse, she'd probably hurt Professor Pretty's feelings, and it heart Mo for Professor Pretty to be sad. It was a shame they were here on the beach, because he knew that the answer to all forms of heartbreak and sadness was to give flowers. His father always gave his mother flowers, which was funny on account of his mother was the one who GREW those flowers.

Anything in a pinch, though, right? Mo grabbed up a handful of cattails before finally taking up a spot near West. He offered his cattails in a stubby little bouquet. "I think that girl's footprint shows that she has no inner eye and that her shoes are too tight. And she needs more fiber. Shallow heels, you know? Very unhealthy."