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.