Moose tried to shake the image from his mind. The churning feeling in his stomach subsided. The need to throw up happened, and was glad it was gone and done with a quickly as it came up. Then he was being tended to so quickly. Stop stop...He didn't ask for your help!

Right yeah. She was the Prefect last term. Aboli, she was almost as motherly as his own Mum. He listened to her reassurances and the need to stick with each other. He only nodded to her words. "I'm fine." He lied to her. Taking the wet rag from Curtis and dabbing his mouth with it. Looking at him and folding it inside out as he suggested he do and placing it on the back of neck.

Comradery was all well and good, but Moose's top priority was his Muggle Family. Everyone else be damned. He still listened to their conversations. Moose had no idea what Curtis was talking about. Petrifonus or whatever...Patronus no yeah. He was positive he heard that word last year a few times. But the Owl. "Mousetrap!" He stood up from his seat the wet rag falling to the floor.

Wooo nope. He stood up to quickly. Moose had to do some of that deep heavy breathing. His parents had just purchased Mousetrap with him over the summer as that was the recommended means of communication they were told witches and wizards used. He leaned down slowly and picked up the wet rag from the floor and placed it back on his neck and sat back down. laying his head between his arms as he rested it on the table. Mousetrap will be fine, he'll check on him tomorrow.