The Transfiguration room nice and bright and clean, and Mo enjoyed a breath of fresh air as he stepped into the room. The school in general was MUCH cleaner than last term, and Mo was slowly remembering what it was like to not have to do his own cleaning or carry around his own silverware in his bag. He'd stabbed himself with a fork WAY too many times last term.

"Good morning, Professor," Mo slipped around to stand near the bully-baby named Sophie, giving her hair a tug as he stood beside an open desk.