Obediently, and quite suddenly very intent on his belongings, Mo carefully packed away the accoutrements he had managed into his tent. The buttons and vest were removed from the gargoyle and placed carefully under one of the rings, and the gargoyle himself went into the center ring.

"Be good, okay? Don't get into trouble." He closed up the tent flap and took his position at his desk again, attention on the professor. He'd done all those spells... did that mean he got a dragon?