Mo had a question on his lips as he entered the Astronomy classroom. A question that soon disappeared when he spotted what was happening in the room. Balloons on his desk! And it was cold, so cold that Mo was afraid to sit still too long or else he'd freeze to the seat.

But most of all, it was the noise he noticed. A terrifying noise that brought back Mo's worst memory from his childhood. He looked stealthily around the room for the offending clown, but was only able to spot Flamsteed. Making balloon animals. Flamsteed... Mo should have known the man was part clown.

"Professor? Are you going to keep that roller sign up after the end of this term?" It was possible Mo was going to live on forever, immortalized as 'the one who put the roller in his hair'.