It was such a bummer not being allowed in the Prefect's car, and Mo didn't want to let it end his term on a sour note. So much so that once he got out of his boat, Mo left Nigel to make his way to the illustrious compartment on his own, and Mo found an empty one to spread out a bit. He was sure that Cat would find him soon; she always did. And he was sure others would find him if they wanted to do so.

In the meantime, Mo sat on the floor of the compartment and sorted through his satchel. Stuff to keep, stuff to toss, and stuff to give away. Most of it was getting thrown away, honestly.