At least Mo had no life long dreams to crossbreed a new type of winged horse, although he found it a little disappointing that such efforts generally didn't go over well. He lost more time as he gazed back over in the direction of the winged horses, speculatively this time, and so Mo almost missed the exciting information that they'd be getting up close and personal with the horses soon.

Just had to learn a little incantation first, and it was an easy one. Tucking his wand away, Mo silently mouthed the word. But why mouth it? He didn't have his wand out, and it was pretty simple... he didn't need to ease into the incantation. "Fixate. Fixate. Fix-ate." Bring on the complicated wand motion.