Of course they were de-gnoming. Of course. Mo rummaged around in his satchel in search of the dragonhide gloves he used for Herbology, which should... be... yup. There they were. Mo pulled out the gloves and snugged them down into place.

Now then. Point him at the gnomes, because this Ravenclaw was going to clean house. Or the garden, so to speak. He was going to awesome, whatever.