Mo dropped into a seat around the middle of the table, giving the girl already seated nearby a broad grin. These were the very best seats, well situated to see the whole table and the other tables and any action that might occur on the dais. Not that any ever did, but just in case someone spontaneously burst into flames, Mo wanted to see.

"I'm Mo. Welcome to Ravenclaw," he reached down the table and offered a hand to the girl seated there. First years were so SMALL. "Do you play Quidditch?"

As far as greetings went, that wasn't the worst.

He gave a nod to the boy who seated himself nearby, although he didn't bother to reintroduce himself. Same greeting to everyone. "I hope they don't hold up the food forever, as they are wont to do. I'm famished."