There was a crowd outside the common room, in a place where there was never EVER a crowd, and Mo puttered around the edges until it was his turn to head through the door. Which was really his only excuse for not spotting those blasted turnstiles sooner. As soon as he stumbled upon them, Mo just gaped. Bright and cheery and WHY WERE THEY HERE?

"My money is in my trunk, and my trunk is in the dorm," he said, his voice rather dull. So today was pretty much a bust, and if he wasn't allowed in to sleep in his bed, tomorrow would be no better. "I'm going to sleep in the corridor."