Mo slid into the seat beside Nigel without a word, his chin dropping onto the fists sitting clenched on the tabletop. He hadn't ever come back to the Prefect Compartment, but maybe they'd all had such a jolly time they hadn't noticed? No... no, Mo was sure that his Ravenbro would have noticed.

Maybe they could talk about the bad news, since the table was still deserted of everyone else. "Who's that chap? He doesn't even go here," Mo motioned to the stone-faced fellow standing at the head of the table. "I think he's a robot. What do you think?"