Ravenclaw tryouts were coming up soon, and Mo was feeling... conflicted about them, which drew him out to the stands well ahead of time. It was good to be out in the fresh air with his broom and bat clutched to his chest as he took a seat up and over from where West was observing the Gryffindor tryouts.

That West... always watching.

"Good Gryffindor turn out this year. Liquorice wand?"