Mo slapped West's hand with only a little celebration. It was brilliant that West had scored, and Mo was pleased as anything that he'd been able to assist. But... it wasn't over yet by a long shot, and they were running out of time. He wanted a chance to get one past Salvatore, and Theo deserved a chance too.

While West took the lead, Mo dropped into position, ready to grab the Quaffle as it was passed on to Theo, who left it behind in an amazing feint. So it was Mo's now, and he debated making a run for the goal or passing it again. His ego wanted him to runrunRUN, but Mo's instincts were honed enough to let him ignore that voice. He tossed the Quaffle, knowing West was in the air above him, and Mo dove for the far hoop, opposite Theo. Now West had options, depending on what Salvatore did.