He'd been had!! If this Gryffindor hadn't snuck up on him like that, then he wouldn't have yelped like that so briefly and he would have remained hidden. But now he'd be forced to go into the Great Hall and that...no it was not an option. He will not share the same table with Nemesis. Not in a millions years. Lots of things would need to be done and said in his favor if Moose would even consider it.

For the time being, he had hoped that perhaps the Crying Girl from his house, Serena. Would continue to cry and keep Professor Holden Occupied while he dealt with Freddie. "Puking pastilles?" Moose looked at him oddly, pulling his arm off the Gryffindor. He did not trust the name of these treats. Yeah he knew what Freddie was trying to do. He had never had one of these before, but magic did what magic does (surprises him, makes him mad...you know.) "Go on then, quick hand one over." He extended his hand out.

His back was turned away from the wall. Unaware of anyone else who might be lingering behind them.

Keep crying Serena! Whatever it was that upset you, Moose hoped it was majorly serious to keep Professor Holden occupied just a bit longer.