Finally. FINALLY, the end of term feast had arrived. It had been a surprisingly long term, and one that Mo had always thought would be one of his best. No OWLs to study for, NEWTs still a year off, and just... all adventures and being one of the big kids and throwing around his respective weight. The term hadn't gone like that at ALL, though, and it couldn't be done over.

Mo slid into the seat beside Nigel and nudged over his legs before waving at the housemates who were already gathered there. Baby teammates, fellow sixth year, cutie pie first year, a seventh year he hadn't spoken to... a good cross section of housemates.

And still Mo was felling a bit off. He'd been off all term, really. "I hope they have pudding." Truer words never spoken.