Mo tried to tamp down his nerves as the arena doors closed behind him. At least he wasn't alone, and it was nice to have a housemate with him, even if Mo didn't know Kendall all that well. Well enough to put his life sorta in her hands, he supposed, and Mo shifted a glance her way.

Only for a moment, though, and then Mo returned all his attention to the train stretching away from them. It seemed kinda mean to use the Express for something like this when it's actual purpose was for good. And would the Headmistress throw a fit if Mo and Kendall damaged the train in any way? If it came down to their well-being versus a couple of plushy seats or the trolley, Mo was gonna choose well-being every time.

Oh, but the trolley. Would there be snacks on the train?

He finally stepped forward toward the last car, his hand straying to the wand he had holstered at his hip. The holster was a gift from the Aurors in his family when they'd heard he was chosen for this task, and he was more than ready to pull his wand at the first sign of trouble. "I don't suppose it's much comfort to suggest we head for the light, is it?" Gulp.

She wasn’t going to let it bother her. No matter how creepy the gates had sounded upon creaking shut behind her and Mo, Kendall knew she was a superhero. Even beyond just being there to represent Hogwarts, she had to prove herself worthy of her name, and a lot of other things. Plus, she had to make sure that her housemate got through this, as the older student and everything. It was just weird that she only had herself to count on this time. That and the knowledge in the back of her mind that everyone was watching them, even if she couldn’t see them watching. Every other time in the past that she’d done things, she’d been the sidekick or gotten hurt. This time, she was going to be the strong one, and she sent what she’d hoped was a confident smile toward her partner as she’d noticed him glance over at her.

At least, there had been that moment, and then her attention had turned back to the train stretching out in front of them, eerily quiet. The only thing that would make this worse was to see a scabby hand curl around the edge of one of those quiet and dark compartments, but she wasn’t going to psych herself out this quickly. There weren’t going to be dementors here. There couldn’t be, but she had still idly twisted the ring on her finger as she’d stood there, her wand still in the holster on her arm for the moment. Honestly, she knew that anything could happen, even though this was an academic competition, and not a physical one. She just had to hope that her theory that there wouldn’t be any dementors, or acromantulas.

“I don’t think that they want us to feel comfortable,” she replied, as she stepped forward just behind Mo, approaching the light in question. “But I guess that heading for the light is still the best idea. It wouldn’t be there if we were supposed to go anywhere else.” Namely, there had to be some sort of hint to where they were supposed to go. Heading for that flickering light and the open door had to be the best idea at the moment, and she knew she could take care of both herself and Mo if anything jumped out at them, shifting to go ahead of him just to make sure. All that was left was finding out what was inside that compartment, as she reached out to step through the door.

"I'm totally comfortable, aren't you?" Mo dropped his voice and flashed a quick grin at Kendall, mostly just to let her know that he was going to be fine. She didn't need to worry about him.

He noticed her move in front of him. It was sort of a nice gesture, an acknowledgement that she was older and somehow felt responsible for him. Protective, really, even if they were meant to be partners. Mo didn't mind it at all, even if he was taller than her and standing in front really didn't protect him from much. No, it didn't wound his masculine pride in the least to let her go first.

But that didn't mean that as soon as Kendall had stepped into the door of the last car that Mo didn't immediately climb up to stand behind her. His wand was out, and he stepped forward warily. This was for real now, and he wasn't going to worry about who was first or last or upside down from now until they were safely through the task.

Once you enter the train, the door behind you shuts closed. Not three seconds later, the train slowly begins to move forward. But that’s not the most interesting thing; You’ll find a piece of parchment floating in front of you that reads:

All stories I have told,
Goblins revolting and
Mysteries unfold,
Mine ends with a beast
And a girl whose wits
saved the boy that lived

On the other side of the compartment, you’ll notice another piece of parchment marked with the words Who Am I?: is pasted to the door with a self-inking quill floating nearby. But before you can move forward, your attention catches on something... slithering beneath one of the benches. As the train picks up in speed, a large snake, roughly 12 feet long and thick as a grown man’s thigh appears before the opposite door. However, it makes no attempt to harm you, only hissing if you try to come to close. You might be wise not to push her buttons, though.

The joke had lightened the mood slightly, but Kendall still felt like there was something else about to happen. It was a challenge, after all, not really a game, but she still returned Mo’s quick grin as he had stepped up beside her into the compartment. There hadn’t been any reason not to, and it had helped make things even. They were partners in this thing, and while she still felt like she should take point simply because she was older, she wasn’t going to forget that he was there for support. That and they both were supposed to have their own specific skills to use, although all of that had sort of vanished from her mind as she heard the door shut behind them and then suddenly the train started to move. That startled her for more than one reason, but mostly just the fact she hadn’t expected them to move. Maybe it’s a trick though, she thought, glancing around the compartment as she flicked her wrist to retrieve her wand as well. She was there because of Charms after all. If Mo had his out, she would have hers too.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she suddenly noticed a parchment floating in front of them, reaching out a hand to poke at it suspiciously. Of course there was a riddle. Things weren’t complicated enough trying to decide how a train that looked deserted had moved, there had to be riddles as well. “Okay…,” she said aloud, reading the message once more just to organize her thoughts. “The boy who lived’s gotta be Harry Potter, doesn’t it?,” she continued, glancing over and upward at Mo before noticing yet another parchment. Stepping closer to the second parchment, she jumped back again as she heard slithering practically under where her foot had been about to step. Nothing had attacked them yet, but she wasn’t about to trip over a giant snake. Staying where she was for now seemed like the best idea.

The door shut behind them, and Mo grabbed onto the nearest seat when the train began to move. Where... was it meant to go? Were they leaving the arena? And did anyone know how CREEPY it was riding on an empty, dark train? It was really really creepy. By the way, also really creepy? The enormous snake that just appeared.

Mo liked reptiles, just as he liked all creatures, but there was something unnerving about a creature that was specifically intended to menace. When he was certain the snake was sedate, Mo turned his attention to the riddle written on the parchment. Kendall made perfect sense, the boy who lived could only be Harry Potter, which meant they were dealing with Potter-era history. He nodded to himself and began to sort through what he knew. "The 'all the stories I have told' part, the first three lines, that sounds like a History of Magic professor or text, doesn't it? But I don't really get how that relates to the second three lines. It's like the person we're meant to guess is telling the stories, but then they become the story."

As he thought about it, Mo climbed up on the nearest bench in order to get a better look at the parchment on the far wall of the compartment. Would the snake let him get close enough to write on it? "I'm going to start climbing toward the parchment, okay? Will you... watch my back?" He climbed from the first bench to the second, sliding over the top of the seat and landing on the next, and then he slid on toward the third. Here's hoping it was cold enough in the compartment to keep the snake really really lethargic. He didn't fancy being anyone's dinner.

The riddle wasn’t making any sort of sense to Kendall right now, even though she was fairly sure her guess that the last line had meant that at least part of the answer had to do with Harry Potter. It was everything else she didn’t know about; the giant snake just sitting there at the door the other parchment was stuck to, the mystery of if the train was actually moving or if it was all a trick, who was driving the train if it actually was moving. There were way too many questions and not enough answers, and it was starting to annoy her. She hadn’t expected any of this to be easy, but that hadn’t meant it should be irritating. The only recourse she could take was to listen as Mo had started talking his way through the riddle, ignoring the snake for now. At least it wasn’t any other type of creature, namely an acromantula. As long as she was over here and it stayed over there, she wouldn’t have to hex it or anything.

“Well, this task is supposed to be part History of Magic anyway, isn’t it? So that would make sense. But is it a professor from the same time as Harry or some other time?,” she thought aloud, momentarily forgetting to pay attention to her housemate as she let her hazel eyes scan the lines again. There was every possibility she could figure out that other part, if she could just concentrate for a minute. Plus, she started just idly twirling her wand in her hand silently, making sure to not think of any spells or anything. She didn’t want to accidentally blow up the train or anything, even if that sounded like a good idea. It would let out some of her frustration and nervousness anyway.

Her concentration broke as she heard Mo speak again and snapped her head around to see him up on the benches, though, and she’d looked over at the snake again almost involuntarily. “Sure. I don’t think anyone would like it if either of us got eaten, after all,” she said, still looking at the snake. It certainly looked big enough that it could hurt them, if not swallow them whole. “Are you sure we actually need to go all the way over there, though?,” she added, remembering her wand and looking over to watch him slipping over the seats carefully. Maybe they could levitate the quill and write from all the way over here. She was willing to try anything that would keep both of them in one piece.

As you climb the benches, the snake becomes more and more possessive of her side of the compartment. She follows your movements and lurches her head forward a few inches as a hiss leaks out of her mouth. Do you see those pretty fangs? Looks like this obstacle will take more than physical energy.

Mo just stood there on the third bench, frozen in thought as Kendall spoke. Was it a professor from Harry Potter's time, or some other time? It would have to be Harry Potter's time, since the riddle specifically mentioned him. But who was the girl who had saved him with her wits? His most famous female companion was Hermione Granger, and they had all saved each other time and time again, but this was a saving from a beast.

That somehow also involved a History of Magic professor. Hmph.

The snake raised her head, and Mo immediately turned and started climbing back towards Kendall. Nope. No thanks. Not gonna be lunch today, nope. The snake, though, triggered a thought, and by the time he was climbing over the last bench, Mo had a theory coalescing in his brain. "Not a professor. A writer... Bathilda Bagshot wrote A History of Magic, and she was a contemporary of Harry Potter. Not only that, but she was killed by You-Know-Who's pet snake thing. And and and... and the snake thing! Nagini," Mo slid back to his feet beside the older girl. "Nagini attacked Harry Potter in Bagshot's house, and he was saved by Hermione Granger. We have to write Bathilda Bagshot on that sheet of paper."

He pointed a finger to the opposite wall where the paper was affixed. She was right - they probably had to levitate the quill to write out the word. "You do it," he urged, eyes wide. She was the Charms expert, right?

Kendall was done trying to figure out the riddle. Her only concern now was making sure that Mo didn’t get eaten by the snake, and she’d kept her eyes trained on the latter even as she’d wondered in the back of her mind if he had continued sliding over the seats toward possible doom. At least she could maybe Stupefy the snake if it looked like it was going to attack, as long as she was paying attention. She’d raised her wand hand slightly as the head had risen, too, before she realized that her housemate had turned and was climbing back toward her instead of continuing. Nobody was getting eaten today. She was planning on making sure of that, and hopefully they’d solve the puzzle at the same time. There was still the matter of her part of it all anyway, and she didn’t think she was just there to protect them from snake attacks. There was something else, and she just had to wait to figure that out. Maybe it was levitating the quill, or maybe it was something else, but she wanted to be ready when it was her turn.

Her head had turned slightly toward Mo as he had spoken, though, keeping one eye on the snake to make sure it stayed over there by the door. If she’d thought it would be possible to summon the parchment, she would have tried that too. It looked pretty stuck to the door, however, so she wasn’t going to waste her energy yet. “Pet snake thing,” she echoed, glancing fully at Mo before going back to the door and the very real snake threatening them. That seemed awfully appropriate now. Snake in the story and snake keeping them from finishing this task. Somehow she felt like that meant he was on the right track.

First was figuring out how to write the name on the parchment, and since they obviously weren’t going to be able to walk up to it, that meant they had to go at it another way. “Okay,” she said simply, her thoughts going back to her idea of levitation. They’d worked on that in class not that long ago, even, using the charm to move things as well. Except… which charm was the question. The quill was already levitating after all. “Wait a second,” she said, glancing at him. Maybe it wasn’t really levitation they needed, so instead, she’d pointed her wand at the quill. “Locomotor quill,” she said, hoping she was right as she started shifting the tip of her wand toward the parchment. They needed to move the quill after all, and then to write the name. All she had left was hoping that she’d guessed right, and that the snake wasn’t going to eat the quill if it moved toward the door.

At the girl's command, the quill indeed moves with her spell. However, the snake grows more impatient and angry with these two children in her compartment. She continues to hiss louder and slowly rises her large head higher off the ground as another warning.

"Wait, Kendall," Mo put his hand on the girl's arm to keep her from continuing onward. The snake looked agitated, and Mo didn't want either of them getting attacked without any warning. He quietly pointed to where the snake had once again raised her head, hissing at them quite emphatically.

Did that mean they ought to go faster and get out of her way or move slower and not bother her? He decided that speed was preferred.

"Just... keep writing, and I'll try to stun the snake. If that doesn't work, maybe..." Hermione Granger had used a Blasting Spell, although Mo wasn't sure exactly where they were meant to be blasting the snake. Plus it might hurt her. He also knew he could try to vanish the creature completely, although Mo was too tenderhearted to have tried that spell in the past, which made it sort of a last resort. He preferred subtlety, anyway. "Stupefy," he muttered, pointing his wand at the snake and directing a flash of red in her direction.

Maybe he should just leave the spellwork decisions up to Kendall, since she was the expert.

The quill had moved. At this point, that was all that Kendall was focused on, since it meant that she’d made the right decision. At least, she thought that’s what it meant, and she’d continued inching it toward the parchment until she felt a hand on her arm at the same time a hiss echoed through the compartment. Keeping most of her focus on her spell, just because there was no way she was going to start over when they’d gotten this far, she’d turned her head slightly toward Mo as he had spoken. She’d almost asked why, but as her head had turned she’d seen the edge of the snake’s head as it had risen yet again and that why turned to something else entirely. Namely, she wanted to ask the snake what they were supposed to do. They couldn’t leave, and they weren’t getting any closer to the creature. All she wanted to know was what else they were supposed to be doing if every clue seemed to only be leading them closer to getting eaten.

She hadn’t said a word, though, only nodded her head slightly in response to her housemate’s idea, keeping her wand hand steady and pointed toward the quill. They were supposed to answer the question, and the quill was there. That meant writing their answer down, and she was bound and determined to accomplish that. It wasn’t her fault if the snake was cranky all of a sudden. Therefore, she continued moving the quill toward the parchment silently, starting to trace the words that they’d agreed were the answer once the tip had touched it. “Bathilda Bagshot,” she said in a low whisper, trying to make sure the name was as legible as possible while writing it as fast as possible. It wasn’t easy from across the compartment, especially not when she had Mo shooting a Stunning spell past her arm toward the snake to hopefully calm it down as well.

She just had to hope his aim was good, because she wasn’t going to stop until she’d finished. They were getting out of this in one piece, however it was possible. The only way she could see that happening was by them solving the riddle, and she took a breath as soon as she had traced out the last few letters. “S-H-O-T,” she said, a bit louder, before dropping her wand hand and turning wide hazel eyes toward the snake. She was done now, so maybe it could settle down again. Otherwise, she wasn’t going to worry about the interior of the compartment or the wellbeing of the snake. It was going to go by the way of Nagini and be blasted out a window or something.

Despite the snake's size, the stunning spell effectively dazes it, though not rendering it completely unconscious. Possibly enough for you to get by, if you hurry.

Once you write down the answer, the compartment door slides open and the second compartment door lies open, again waiting for you to enter. Once you step inside, the door shuts behind you. Just like in the previous compartment, a riddle on a piece of parchment floats before you:

I am famous I am gold,
for my smile the ladies swoon and fall,
I am marvellous I am Ravenclaw.,
A boy with a scar called my bluff.

The train picks up in speed again. Suddenly, dozens of little electric blue creatures with long, pointy ears and wings emerge from their hiding places and fly frantically all over the train car. Their shrill voices fill the air as they fly around your head, tugging at your hair, kicking your ears, and pulling on your robes. If you can see past them, you’ll notice the same “Who Am I?” parchment and the quill on the other side of the compartment.

"Hurry, hurry," Mo insisted as he tugged Kendall toward the opposite door. He hurtled the snake and landed with a thud on the other side of that open doorway. Whew, really. It was a relief to be away from the snake, even if it was sort of a fascinating creature. He would have liked to spend time hissing back at it to see if he accidentally knew how to swear in parseltongue. Just for information's sake.

Mo immediately glanced around. Another riddle was hanging in front of them, which Mo should have anticipated. How many riddles were there total? And what was guarding this o- "OUCH!" The car seemed to suddenly swarme with Cornish pixies, divebombing his hair and tugging on both his ears until he thought his head would split down the middle. Ouch ouch ouch.

Mo swatted at the ones around his ears, and then thought better of it. What if he hit one and hurt it accidentally? "I think I know the answer to the riddle," he hissed at Kendall, even as he was being dragged away from her by one ear. "Just... clear a path for me, okay?" He swatted again at the pixie nearest his face before thinking better of it and pulling his wand on the creature. "Not so bold now, are you? Immobulus."

Kendall barely had the time to breathe as things had burst into action again. More accurately, Mo had, as he’d started tugging her toward the far wall and the snake before she’d even noticed that the door had opened. “I’m coming,” she said, a thread of exasperation in her tone even as she had neatly vaulted the dazed snake behind her housemate and landed just inside the next compartment. She’d glanced behind her again, half-expecting to find the snake slithering through the open doorway behind them, yet all she’d seen was the now-closed compartment door before she threw a hand out for balance as the train sped up. This was definitely not fair, because at this rate who knew where they would be if it was actually moving. In a weird way, though, she would have been even more irritated if it turned out they’d just been moving in a circle, just because it would have meant she’d been curious for no reason.

She’d turned around again at the sound of Mo letting out cry of surprise and possibly even pain, however, only to narrow her eyes as she took in the cloud of electric blue starting to envelop them. Now she’d almost rather be back with the snake, but then pixies wouldn’t eat them. They were just way too annoying, and she’d batted a few away as they’d picked at her hair and kept trying to land on her shoulders to pull at everything else on her head. Ears, poking at her cheeks…it was all just not something she wanted to deal with when there were riddles to solve. Plus, her housemate was now being dragged away. Not happening on her watch. “OI! Pixies! Get away from him,” she said loudly, flicking her wand out again and batting a few of the tiny creatures aside before they could try to latch onto the wood. Mo had asked for a clear path, and she’d try to give that to him. “IMMOBULUS!,” she cast, sweeping her wand out to try and hit as many of the little pest as possible. If anything, she’d just try and get them to pay attention to her and not to him for as long as it took him to get to that other parchment. The motion charm wasn’t going to work this time, not when she had pixies yanking at her hair and ears and clothing and everything else.

Your spell effectively stops the pixies, clearing a path for you to cross the compartment.

Thank Merlin for Kendall. Mo found himself suddenly freed from the firm and annoying grip of the Cornish pixies, and he had his partner to thank for it. He grinned broadly at her and carefully moved the pixies closest to his face out of the way before heading toward the back of the car. Snakes weren't worse than Cornish pixies, if he had to rank creatures, but they had certainly managed to overcome these creatures more quickly than the last one.

Maybe that was just because they were still figuring out how to work together in the last one.

"I'm thinking of that famous, and famously disappointing, Ravenclaw who also won Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award five times," Mo muttered to Kendall as he zipped past her toward the parchment on the far end of the car. He grabbed the quill waiting there and carefully printed on the parchment.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

Once you write down your answer, the compartment door slides open. When you walk through, you find yourself in not an ordinary compartment, but the driver's compartment. The train speeds dangerously fast with no driver but you.

If you look out the window, far ahead in your view lies mangled and broken train tracks leading to a ragged cliff that you will take a tumble down if the train doesn't stop. How far is the drop? 100 feet? 600 feet? Too many to risk, surely. Better put your Charms thinking caps on, and fast.

No matter how intent she had been on taking out her frustrations on the pixies, Kendall still hadn’t expected the result she had gotten. She hadn’t expected to see pretty much every pixie in the entire compartment freeze in its tracks, even though Mo’s grin had told her that he had thought she could have done that at least. She just wasn’t entirely sure that she had that same faith in herself right now, especially as she had the sneaking suspicion their tests weren’t over. They needed to get the current riddle solved first, and she’d turned slightly wide eyes to her housemate as he’d muttered something at her before zipping through the pathway through the frozen pixie cloud. Okay, I forgot he was a Ravenclaw too, she thought to herself, sprinting after him without paying any attention to the riddle that had inexplicably still been floating near her head unharmed by her little spell tantrum earlier.

That wasn’t important as he’d already written the answer down and the compartment door had slid open. She’d zipped through it without slowing down at all, hoping that the pixies didn’t break free of their daze and also that there weren’t more riddles to solve. By now all she wanted was to get out of this train and be done with thinking for a while. She felt like her brain needed a rest, whether or not she still had NEWTs ahead of her too. She could take a break, provided they survived. A concept that seemed in question as she’d let herself look outside the window to see the drop up ahead, along with realizing she now had the answer to her earlier curiosity as to if there had actually been a driver there running things. “You don’t happen to know how to drive train, do you?,” she asked, turning back to Mo. That was a rhetorical question if anything was. “Okay. We need to stop the train. Do you see a brake anywhere that we can pull? Or we could try to freeze the engine, put out the fire or whatever. I wonder if we could use Locomotor Mortis on it or if we should just outright freeze it.” By now she’d just resorted to thinking aloud, but maybe something would click, either in her mind or in Mo’s.

Mo actually took a moment to scoff at Kendall. Did he know how to drive a train? No, he was a 15-year-old Wizard without a train license to speak of. He might try to get experience with a Muggle car at some point, but a train was not in his skill set. And did he see a brake? Again no. Double no.

"I think we're meant to stop it magically," he finally offered. She knew that, he was sure. It was stress, and she was already talking about spells to use. He wracked his brain too, trying to decide what exactly was the best way to stop a train speeding toward a cliff. What did he know about the Hogwarts Express? "The train runs on both magic and mechanics, so I think we might need to try to stop both. The mechanics part is easier, I think, 'cause we know the train runs on steam produced from a fire of burning coals. The freezing spell could work on that. But to stop the magic... d'you think a Finite Incantatem would work?"

He wasn't sure the Leg-Locking Curse was the way to go, although he could be wrong. Kendall was the Charms guru, after all. He left her to work that part out, but since they both agreed that cold was key here, Mo climbed up on the sill of the window and pointed at the engine. There was water in there, and he really REALLY hoped this wouldn't make the thing explode. "Glacius."

Your charm does indeed freeze the coals, but the train makes does not slow down. Perhaps it would be wise to try a specific charm that could slow down the train's momentum.

OOC: This task will end in approximately 16 hours.

Of course she didn’t actually think Mo could drive the train. No matter how frustrated Kendall was with the whole situation, she knew she didn’t know how and she was the legal adult in this situation. It was all just thinking out loud, and the possibility that either of them could just take over driving was a nice idea. Easy would be better after the snake and the pixies, like they could start their break from thinking much earlier. Of course, it couldn’t be easy keeping them from ending up smashed to pieces at the bottom of whatever was beyond the mangled section of tracks up ahead and quickly getting nearer. There was a deadline coming quick, and she’d begun twisting the ring on her finger as she kept trying to think of anything that could keep that word from being way too true. She was even beyond believing that the quiz people wouldn’t put them in danger by now. Everything was down to her memory and coming up with the right charm to save them both.

Therefore, she ignored the little scoff, but nodded slightly as he had offered the suggestion that they needed to use magic. That was obvious, but at least him saying it meant that he was done scoffing at her attempts to think. She had to give him points for that. Maybe he wasn’t just the History of Magic expert here, although that whole speech about the Express was pretty much just another example of that. She’d known most of that, but it hadn’t exactly occurred to her amidst all her thinking about spells that could help. “That would only work if it’s really a spell that’s making it move in the first place. Isn’t it possible that the magic running the train isn’t really a spell but more just inherent magic?,” she asked, momentarily pausing in her train of thought as he’d climbed up to freeze the engine. She really didn’t want him to fall and ruin their track record of only minor injuries during this whole task, even given the possibility they’d end up crashing if she couldn’t come up with an idea.

Apparently freezing the engine wasn’t going to work, seeing as she could see that the Freezing charm had worked by looking out the window past Mo. The train hadn’t slowed down at all, and that only made her even more irritated. The idea that there was magic they had to utilize, or to deactivate, was definitely clear by now, but she still wasn’t entirely sure that Finite Incantatem would work. She had to think of something else and looking out the window wasn’t helping. All that did was keep telling her that they were quickly approaching disaster. Therefore, she intentionally looked away, even pacing a little in the compartment as she kept thinking, muttering spells to herself before something occurred to her. They wanted to stop, or at least slow down enough that they didn’t go flying off the end of the tracks. “Arresto Momentum,” she whispered, then turned to climb up on the windowsill as well. Pointing her wand at the frozen engine, she spoke again. “Arresto Momentum!” Please let this work.

His freezing spell didn't work, but Kendall had another spell immediately ready. She was good at this spell stuff, which made sense 'cause that's why she was chosen for this event, right? Mo climbed out of the window and eagerly watched her cast her spell, hoping against hope it would work. He wasn't particularly worried they would really crash and die, although that was a possibility. He just really didn't want to lose, not if they could help it.

He wanted to help, though. Had he been useful at all? He felt like Kendall was doing the heavy lifting, with the spellwork keeping him protected and stuff, and he wanted to do something. What other spell might work? Something else that would slow the train down ALL the way?

Or at least something that would help Kendall's spell to work. "Impedimenta," Mo once again moved to the windows, this time pointing his wand at the running gear along the tracks. "Impedimenta. Impedimenta." He moved from window to window to shoot the spell at as many wheels as he could reach.