So no offense to Elise, who was all things lovely in the world for sure, but she was heavy. Or at least, she was getting to be pretty heavy now that Mo had carried her all the way from the pitch. It hadn't been too bad on the field and through the grounds toward the castle, but as Mo struggled up the stairs from the Entrance Hall and was now stopped at the turnstiles... well...

This was a really dumb idea.

"Your legs aren't hurt, are they? Are you feeling dizzy or anything?" Not that he didn't think she deserved carrying if she wanted it, but his shoulders... y'know? He glanced past the turnstiles toward the tables and then set Elise's feet down as gently as possible. In other words, he dropped them. "Oops... you okay?"

Now that his arms were free (and pins-and-needling), Mo attempted to extract money from his pockets. His fingers barely worked, but he somehow managed to pull a sickle from his pocket, part of the cold coinage earned last Hogsmeade visit. And because he was a gentleman, Mo put the sickle in the slot for himself AND Elise.

"That's you paid for as well, okay?"