Mo poked his head into the greenhouse, trying to see what was the what and who was there. No West, no Alice, but he spotted Lex and Toby and some younger kids he hadn't met yet. At that, Mo slid all the way into the greenhouse and made his way to a few of the flowering bushes that seemed a little out of control. He was going to endeavor not to get eaten, bitten, or poisoned with the Quidditch game coming up so soon.

This was why he was Ravenclaw and not a Gryffindor. Planning.

Mo fingered the leaves of the first bush, plucking off a few that were dead and sad looking and setting them aside to be composted. If he was going to do this, he needed to do it right, huh? "So I'm supposed to talk to you and tell you how pretty you are, but I"m not gonna sing because that's... you'd die. And you are way too pretty to die."

He knelt beside the bushes again, giving them each a solid pat before he dug into the bed around their roots, pulling out weeds and loosening the dirt.