Boys. And older boys. None of the pretty foreign girls that Mo had spotted around the castle, which was a shame. Very. Very. Sad. Still, Mo was friendly, so he gave both of the new pseudo-house mates a polite nod as he came down from his dorm carrying his broom and a polishing kit.

"Gents. Welcome to Ravenclaw. Are you settling in just fine?" He seated himself on Vesper's couch and began the excruciating practice of checking his tail twigs. Least favorite chore ever.