Mo wiggled impatiently in the corridor as he waited his turn, shuffling from one foot to the other in a sort of pseudo two-step that occasionally had him kicking the wall and occasionally had him kicking the door. It was while he was sort-of-but-not-really kicking the door that he was nearly run over by a very red-eyed Bliss, who must have just been finishing up ahead of him. Erm... crying women. What DID one say? "Maybe you can hold this for me and give it back later, okay?" Mo offered in that gentle tone one used in coaxing souffles not to fall as he handed over a clean, pressed handkerchief.

And then he ran away, into the Defense Classroom. Better to face a boggart than a woman's tears. He shut the door behind him and turned to face the rattling trunk. Funny... he wasn't really scared. Not yet. It probably helped that he wasn't sure what was going to come out of there, so he couldn't really worry over it yet. Instead, Mo stepped forward and offered himself up to the trunk. Gave it a nod and waited for the boggart to assume a form when it emerged.

Mo wasn't fearless, but he just wasn't sure how to put a face to things he worried about. It would be so much easier if he didn't think rats were friendly and spiders were the most charming crawly things in the garden (after lizards, obviously). It would be really easy if he was terrified by 'monsters' instead of enamored of them. That meant that whatever popped out of the trunk was going to be pretty mundane instead of a bleeding mummy or a rabid yeti or something exciting. Sigh. Lame.

The lid opened, and Mo immediately took a step back as the brightly-clothed figure unfolded from inside the trunk. Straggling red curls, a wicked painted-on smile, a maniacal laugh that SOME might find amusing, and a red ball nose. It was a clown, nearly identical to the one he'd seen at a circus when he was quite young, although this version had pointy teeth and fingernails that seemed to be GROWING and he was carrying a rope. Those didn't seem very festive and in the spirit of fun and frivolity. Mo gulped and set his jaw, deciding to be brave and manly and...

"You're staying with me," a soft voice hissed from between those pointy teeth, and the clown lifted the rope again. "You're staying with me forever. No one else wants you, but Iiiiiiiii want you."

Mo screamed like a four-year-old girl. LOUDLY. It was possible that he tried to run away too, because he seemed to be kicking at the door again, only this time he was kicking from inside the room. And the clown was still coming, still holding up that rope, still threatening to keep him forever. It wasn't at all like last time, when he'd seen the clown from across the circus tent and Vivi had leaned over to quietly inform Mo that he belonged to the circus now. They'd traded him for an elephant and sold his bedroom furniture. They didn't want him and he had to stay here forever. His parents never had understood why he'd sobbed through the rest of the show and refused to stay to see the animal tricks.

Okay. OKAY. This wasn't like that, and Vivi had been joking anyway, and he needed to pull himself together. Laugh until you mean it. "Ho. Ho. Hahaha," Mo informed the floor, since his hands were on his knees and he was having trouble catching his breath. "HO. HO. HAHAHA." The clown wasn't moving toward him anymore, and it had closed that terrifying mouth. Mo raised his wand with a shaky hand and stumbled through, "R-riddikulus."

The clown seemed to expand and shrink and expand again, blowing up suddenly until it was replaced by an enormous balloon animal dog, six feet tall and rocking gently in place. Now that... was actually funny, and even funnier... Mo jabbed the balloon dog with his wand, and it exploded. Mo grinned fiercely at it, and the balloon hissed with a rude noise as it spun round and round the room over head. It didn't take any additional effort for the balloon to fly into the trunk, the lid snapping shut behind it. Mo managed shaky laughter as he made his way out the door. He didn't really feel the funny yet, but at least he wasn't screaming anymore.