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.