Mo sort of skip-hopped through the door of the Charms room, although he came to a full stop when he realized the room was full of students but devoid of professor and furniture. Good news was there were some of his favorite people in the classroom.

Bad news was... no where to stand.

Mo entered the room and gave the note on the board a cursory glance. Mo. That was him. Only that was a different mo. Like slangy mo. Professor's using slangy mo in front of real life Mo was disconcerting. No? No mo' mo.

The fifth year Ravenclaw dropped his bag on the floor and took up a very cool casual spot against the back wall. He'd just lean. Leaning was excellent.