Mo was completely enthralled by the flying horses, to the point where he really wasn't paying much attention to the professors. Certainly not close enough to realize that the professor was making fun of him a bit. Or maybe he realized it and didn't care. Being a seventh year was weird, man. It changed the way the world looked.

But he did hear the question, and Mo raised his hand thoughtfully after some of his classmates had answered. "Is it sort of like a meeting of Wingardium Leviosa and a Sticking Charm? Except that the object sort of slides into the place it is intended like a key in a lock rather than having to be directed there through trial and error?" That was a long 'is it sorta' question, and Mo turned a bit pink. And reached over to pull Dima's scarf all the way over the younger boy's face to cover his embarrassment.