Moose was making his way downtown, walking fast, faces pass the moving staircases. They were shockingly immobile at this moment so he decided that taking his time on them wouldn't be an issue to get to his Muggle Studies class. Even if he came late it wouldn't matter to him. It was an Easy O. Maybe he would have time to even pop back into the Dungeon and go to the common room to check on King, his pet Puffskein. He was old so caring for the furball just required him to, have food and water down, and to clean out eye-gunk from his eyes on his constantly-shocked expression.

As he got onto another set of steps they finally decided to shift on him and where he was once pointing down he was not pointing back up and further from his destination than he was before. He grumbled some cusses under his breathe and sat down. It was annoying obviously. But as mentioned before, he wasn't going to worry about being late.