It was perhaps not her finest moment, begging her father, who had the audacity to say no about trying out for beater on the house team. Of all the things to say no to! Mo wasn't exactly built for it, nor had she ever played it, even in the yard, but surely she could tryout? No. She'd been told no. And there weren't any other open positions on the team this year.

Another year without making the team. This year without even the chance to try! Most of them were only fifth years too. It wasn't looking good in the near future. It left a sour taste in her mouth and she was grumpy about it. So she went to the only place she knew she could be grumpy and nobody would judge her. The Slytherins might look at her funny just for sitting there, but that was alright, Mo was sort of used to that.

She sat with her arm on the table, head atop that, as she played idly with the scrambled eggs on her breakfast plate. She was waiting for Connor, because if anybody knew how to mope, it was him. Plus she hadn't seen him more than in passing or in class yet and she wanted to see how his summer had gone. Then they could schedule a chess game, he would inevitably beat her and things would feel a little more normal.

It wasn't a great plan, but it was all she had. As soon as Connor sat down she fixed him with a grimace, sitting up a little more. "Hi, can I join you for breakfast?" She hoped he didn't say no— she'd already started eating.