Mo was somehow early back to the Common Room, in spite of his penchant for delay and chatter and distraction. He settled his broom against the wall before circling the food table and the trophy table to take in the sign.

Congratulations on a fourth place? Out of FOUR?

Why not just celebrate mediocrity? No... Ravenclaws were awesome, and they should celebrate what they did right this term. Mo climbed up on the blank table and took hold of one side of the banner, giving a gentle tug to pull it down.