It was time. Mo hopped back on the fence, this time dragging an Alice along with him so she could have an eagle eye view. He might have even given her a squeeze along the way, but it was a friendly type hug and not all romantic or whatever. Why shouldn't he hug her when she looked so upset?

As cool as it was to watch a cow being born, Mo scoffed a little bit at the entirely unscientific googly-eyes the professor was making about the birth. "Professor, cows are born every day. Every day events are hardly miracles." Ravenclaws insisted on verbal exactitude, even in times of extreme excitement.

He'd totally let Alice rub the cow in his place if she didn't get selected. For no more sad-face reasons.