Eden clapped for Clara, more than before, and smiled. "Wheee! You got it--" she said, going for another balloon just to pass the time. She grabbed another yellow balloon because she was really feeling that color today, and smiled over at Clara. "You're doing really well, you know..." better than she felt she was doing. But Eden had always been mediocre at magic, at least according to herself.

She set the balloon in front of her feet and pointed her wand, aiming for any of the targets right above her..."ALARTE ASCENDARE!" she cried, and the balloon shot up into the air, side-swiped the first target that was moving, and then hit the second one....right at the top of the target. Yellow paint sprinkled down...and Eden glanced over at Gabe....and....just tried to act normal...

"Hi." That was all he got from her. She busied herself with looking for another balloon.

Tora was ready and armed with a purple balloon. After her two warm-up shots, it was time to tackle the higher up targets. And why not? She was a seventh year, and the higher ups were worth more points. She found one in the third tier and watched as it moved lazily in a circle. Okay, It's coming around now. Three. Two. One.

"Alarte Ascendare!" Tora shouted and a purple balloon shot sky high...only to hit a second tier target that zoomed in the way at the last second. To make matters worse, the purple paint that dripped down was caught by another first tier target travelling beneath the second tier one. So in the end Tora didn't even get any purple paint on her. No fun at all.

"Oh, billywig rot! Really?" she said throwing up her wand arm exasperated. A couple red sparks shot out the end and Tora quickly put her arm down. No need for accidental magic now. She crossly, but careful of her wand now, marched over to another clear spot and looked up. She would get a third tier target if it's the last thing she did.

He nodded her welcome before having taken his turn. They both seemed to have gotten the hang of it, but if was just a fluke or they had gotten it was still up in the air. Pun not intended but a welcome surprise in his mind. Benny watched as Angel gave it another go, standing out of her way, still a tad unsure she wouldn't use him as a target to tease. There was the incantation...the wand movement...and the newest balloon, a blue one, went shooting off towards the target...

And hit!

Benny couldn't help chuckling as Angel did a happy dance at her success. "Someone's happy..." he teased as he accepted her nudge to try again himself. He tried gathering himself into a concentrated stance and mindset and took aim once more. "Alarte Ascendare!" A balloon responded to his attempt but veared from the target he was most likely directing it to and then tried to flit away in its own direction when it didn't hit anything directly.

"Alarte Ascendare!" he tried again but this time it was 90 degrees in the complete opposite direction he wanted, floating up towards the ceiling. Sigh...one fail.

Angel looked at Benny and giggled. "I think someone is trying to make me feel better by failing himself and making his girlfriend look amazing." Angel was totally enjoying herself at the minute and her Benny-Boo was trying to make things look better. "Your awesome, you know that right." Angel didn't care who listened to her in the room, Benny was awesome and everyone should know it right.

"I am!! I am!! I am!!" Angel jumped up and down on the spot. "Seriously you can tell I am." Angel was loving life at the minute and things were going to be totally happy and interesting.

"Alarte Ascendare!" Angel pointed her wand at a blue balloon and smiled as it went the right way and hit a target. "You do it like that Benny!" Angel giggled. "Want to have another go?" Angel stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend.

This was going to be it. The third tier. So far she had hit two on the first tier, one (accidentally) on the second, and now, third fourth time's the charm, she was going for that highest level of difficulty. Again.

Keeping an eye out for possible lower tier targets that might get in the way again, Tora picked out a high up target moving in a fairly predictable square pattern. It was moving considerably faster than the other targets Tora had tried to hit earlier, but there wasn't anything she could do about that. This target was the only one without any others near it and Tora really didn't want to accidentally hit a lower target. The higher ones were worth more points, after all.

"Alarte Ascendare," she whispered focusing on where she wanted the paint balloon to go.

SPLAT

It it the bullseye dead center. BINGO! "YEAH!" Tora shouted out loud and did a fist pump. Awesome! Full on points for Tora Gallaway!

"I'm not guilty of anything except standing close enough to get struck by the same bolt of lightning as you," Dot scooted away from the falling black paint. She was already freckled enough, kthx, and she didn't need any fake freckles to add to the mess.

"You're doing lots of things other than your work. Your general attitude is other than work," Dot wagged her wand at him in a very bossy manner before returning her attention to her own task at hand. She was going to hit that tippy top tier of targets, even if she died trying. Even if she used every last balloon left in here. Even if she went crazy with Cutty as her only witness to the descent into madness. "I'm hitting that one up there. See it? At the top? The one coming 'round toward us now?"

Just FYI, in case she hit it. She wanted him to know which one. "Alarte Ascendare," Dot cast on the balloon nearest to her, although it wasn't rolled up against her toes like the other two. Maybe that had been her problem. The balloon shot straight up, missing the first tier, whizzing past the second tier... and tipping crookedly against the third tier target. Not the one she wanted, but the one right after it. "That one. That is definitely the one I meant."

Bolt of Lightning? Briefly Cutty thought she was talking about his tendency to simply cough out brilliant idea after brilliant idea, but had she been paying that close of attention? Dot Wojack-Gusey, who are you?

"Yeah." He said looking like he was absorbing what he CERTAINLY interpreted as a compliment in her comment about his general attitude being 'other than work'. "The wehrst part is people don't realize how mooch hard wehrk it generally is yer know." That probably would've been more true if Cutty had the sensitivity to feel the pulls of social ties and obligation. "Booht, I can't stop it, because then who'll be the resident muse of fear and loathing at Hoggies?" Did she see his fake dilemma?

Dot was posing forth her own challenge and Cutty watched. Watched on the chance that she might miss and she did not disappoint. And he did not not laugh. "HaHA! Dottie can't aiiim. Dottie can't aiiim! Coom'ed, gehlie. Show oos whatchyer can really do." His pockets still filled with the paint balloons he'd recently collected he began planting challenges for Dot all along the 'track' of the highest tier. "Try to hit it." He said pointing at the one she had shown him earlier. Dottie's personal Moby Dick. Meanwhile he gave the last row another go himself. "Alarte Ascendare." With his spell he sent the balloon up and toward a sharp end of a target that it pierced on contact and flopped to the ground spurting and being slightly propelled by that spurting. Cutty watched with delight.

Target practice. With balloons filled with paint.

And Sophie Brown had come prepared.

As she went for a run every morning in rain or shine, Sophie had a half dozen various-colored rain ponchos with hoods that she wore on mornings when she woke up and there was a nice rainshower to greet her. And since today she knew she would undoubtedly have to deal with a paintshower instead, she had come prepared, entering the room with a transparent rain poncho on, the hood already up. It wasn't that she didn't want to get messy - she wouldn't have minded that, really - but she wanted to let the paint dry, then cast the impervius charm on it to make waterproof so her transparent poncho would be MULTI-COLOR PAINT-COVERED AND BEAUTIFUL forevermore. It was a genius way to spice up her poncho, really.

SHE WAS READY TO TAKE ON THE WORLD.

"Alarte Ascendare," she murmured the incantation to herself, repeating it under her breath as she moved further into the room, finding a spot away from everyone else to observe for a few minutes. Leaning against the wall, the sixth year took note of the others' techniques, how they succeeded, what they could've done better when they failed, and tried to identify a pattern in the moving targets. There didn't seem to be one, for the most part, but there were a couple that stuck out at her as being at least relatively predictable. She would go after those first.

Once she felt confident in the task, Sophie pulled her hood tighter over her head as she made her way over to the box of balloons, getting splashed with specks of various paint along the way, and she picked up a few balloons in each hand, weighing them and trying to decide if a slightly bigger balloon would be better to work with, or if a smaller one would be easier to control, or... hmm.

That would be something she would have to just experiment with, she decided, and she went ahead to start with the smaller of the two paint-filled balloons, setting the other back in the box, and turned her gaze back up to the ceiling, trying to hone in on one of those targets she'd studied pretty well...

Ah-ha! There, a middle-tier target. She was lucky to have decent hand-eye coordination from her Chasing days and Gobstones, so the Ravenclaw was quite confident in this task as she used light, quick footsteps to follow the target's movements, following directly under it and avoiding bumping into anyone else, before brandishing her wand at the balloon and casting quickly, "Alarte Ascendare!"

The balloon shot upwards, but the target had already moved - instead, the balloon smacked into a bottom-tier target that crossed into its path, and Soph quickly put her head down as orange paint rained down upon her.

Well. That... hadn't been entirely what she'd intended to do, but it sufficed.

Cutty was not a delight. He was a terror. Dot had moments where she wanted to punch him in the throat, and other moments where she wanted to drape him in kittens until he became squishy soft Hufflepuff heart. "You're not a muse of fear and loathing. You're a misunderstood baby kelpie." She should pet him. Would he let her?

But then he was mocking her. And encouraging her. WAS THIS WHAT FRIENDSHIP WITH A CUTTY CUSTARD LOOKED LIKE? She sighed, ever the martyr, and took up her wand again. Fine. Fine fine fine. She could hit everything along that top tier and knock his socks off. Cutty. Hold. On. To. Your. Socks.

"Watch me, then. Alarte Ascendare." The first of his balloons zipped up in the air, and there was something about her frustration and anger that helped it along. First tier passed. Second tier passed. And third tier hit, spot on. "Can I pet you?"

Orange was a good base color for her poncho, Sophie decided, admiring the bright color with glee as she crossed back over to the box to retrieve another balloon. She went for one that had a darker colored paint in it, hoping for blue or purple to compliment her orange well, before seeking out another target to shoot for.

Those top-tier targets were tempting to shoot for, but she was a bit iffy about aiming for those. What if she missed and hit Quigley's precious ceiling? Her gaze drifted briefly to the wall that connected to his office, wondering if he was watching them somehow and cackling to himself as they made messes of themselves.

Actually, upon thinking about it, she was certain that he was - how could he miss this? - and offered a little smile and a wave to that wall. Hey, Quiggles. Hey.

Turning her focus back to the task at hand, Sophie tossed the balloon lightly up into the air and caught it a few times, weighing her options of targets and trying to hone in on one with an identifiable pattern. It wasn't that easy, as she was watching a whole group of them and trying to keep track of their individual movements, but after a minute, she was walking quickly again, following underneath another middle-tier target. "Alarte Ascendare!" she cast at her balloon, sending it straight up and SPLAT!

Her intended middle-tier target had moved already, but her balloon smacked into a different middle-tier target, sending emerald paint raining down upon her hooded poncho once more, and Sophie gave a horrified noise as it got on her WAND this time. GREEN PAINT ON HER PRECIOUS VINE WAND.

She should've planned better with this. She didn't even have a wand care kit handy, so she tried just wiping it off on her shirt under the poncho. But WHAT IF THE PAINT STARTED TO STAIN THE WOOD? Noooooo.

Wot? Wot did she just call him? A BABY kelpie?!?! A BABY...?!!


He was an adult kelpie thank you very much. And he wasn't misunderstood. Or he didn't think he was. People were afraid of him, or at least threatened in some way. And that felt about right. He didn't even really do anything when he thought about it. It was all hearsay. And a grande masterpiece of a reputation was orchestrated through the halls and vestibules of the ancient castle.

"I'm watching." He said in a tone that suggested it would always be a fact. Then Dottie's little paint balloon when airborne and cleared the first two tiers before going splat-tak! right in the middle of the higher level targets. "Very good. Do it again. And, no." She was not allowed to touch his hair. That would be bad for anyone that wasn't Eden of last term.

"Alarte Ascendare. Alarte Ascendare." He aimed for one balloon and then another, trying the trick from before to hit the same target on either of it's sides evenly. Alas, they cleared the intended for it's directional change and ended up hitting two of the middle tier targets.

Most of the paint was coming off her wand, but there was the faintest tint of green still on there. Ugh. It was only last week that she had last coated her wand with her waterproofing rub - maybe the paint was just settling into the rub weird. Maybe it'd be okay once she got back to her dorm and she'd restore it back to normal. Right? She was a strong, capable future Wandmaker and some silly paint stood NO CHANCE AGAINST HER.

And if she had to, she'd contact Ira Banner. She knew he had her back.

So for now, she pushed away her worries concerning her wand, and hurried back over to the box to pick out another balloon. The one she chose was a little larger and heavier than the last, filled with more paint and felt far more fragile, like it would pop if she squeezed it too hard. Sophie tried to figure out how this would affect its trajectory and speed - it probably wouldn't launch up as quickly and powerfully as the past two had, right? So... it was probably the safest idea to aim it toward one of the bottom-tier targets. Since those were closer to her and thereby she'd be less likely to miss, she focused on the closest target and followed under it not long before brandishing her wand at her balloon and casting, "Alarte Ascendare!"

The thicker balloon did indeed fly upward with less speed, and it completely missed the intended target. It missed all the targets, actually, and didn't make it up to the ceiling - the balloon reached its peak height just shy of the ceiling and came back down, and Sophie had enough time to pull her hood snug over her head as it popped with a SPLASH! directly on the top of her head, sending yellow paint splashing in all directions, but the bulk of it dripping down her poncho, adding to the orange and green already coating it.

Well. At... least it was a nice color?

Cinna was really getting the hang of this charm. She really shouldn't be enjoying this assignment but she was. Of course she was messing with was one of her favorite things to do. Plus this assignment inspired a idea for her next art project. She was so excited about it and wanted to know if the professor would mind if she took a few with her or she could always just fill her on balloons with paint.

Looking down at all the colors on her she realize that she didn't have any green on her. Well that was going change in a few minutes. She went over and picked up a green ballon. She walked back, put down the ballon at her feet. Deciding on a target she figured that she would take it easy on herself and chose one of the lower targets. As soon as the target was closer she'd send the balloon up in the air and get it splat.

When the timing was right she stepped back. Pointed her wand at the balloon. brandishing her wand at the green balloon. "Alarte Ascendare!" She watched as it shot up into the air just like the other balloons before it. Except this time it barely hit the target. That caused the balloon to drive right back down to the floor.... no her. She drove out of the way but not in time. The splat happen right on her. Man down! Okay after that she was done here. She needed to go and get all of this paint off of her.

The disgruntled and skeptical look on Cutty Custard's face made it clear that something Dot had said hit home. So even if she couldn't aim balloons properly, she was a crackerjack shot with her words. Sometimes.

"You aren't actually the boss of me, you know. Bellaire is the boss of me, and I barely do what she asks of me." Dot was poking the air with her wand in exaggerated exclamation points. She didn't like to be told what to do, not even by baby kelpies like Cutty Custard. "That one, that one, and that one," she pointed over head to let him know where she was aiming. First, second, and third targets.

"Alarte Ascendare. Alarte Ascendare. Alarte Ascendare." Red balloon, followed by a green balloon, followed by a purple balloon. They all met their marks, more or less, and Dot turned on Mr. Cutty with a fierce expression. And then she reached out and petted his arm.

Brian was not happy at the state of his shoes and trousers. If this was the type of paint that didn't come out after it was washed, he was in for big trouble with his ma. She'd probably skin him because he'd destroyed them. He didn't blame her. They were called his nice trousers for a reason, no? Brian was very partial to them.

He sighed. Maybe he would get lucky and the paint would wash off, but it seemed that the objective of the homework was to have fun. So he'd have fun npw and potentially worry about the state of his shoes later. Pointing his wand at it, he decided to give it another go. "Alarte ascendare," he said, focusing intensely. SWOOSH, FWOOP! It went up, up, up, and missed all the targets, hitting the ceiling and splattering him with blue paint.

"Seriously?" Brian was not very amused. There was now paint in his hair.

delete please.

Orange, green, yellow paint... Sophie wanted MORE colors, so she hurried back over to the box and took TWO balloons to work with this time. She'd just seen the others shooting off more than one balloon at a time, trying their luck at scattering a bunch upwards instead of deliberately aiming the way she had been, and maybe - just maybe - she'd have even more luck that way, hmm?

She had one balloon in hand and the other tucked under her arm as she sought out not a pattern this time, but a group of targets in one area so she could stand under them, send her balloons up, and maybe hit TWO at a time instead of one. That'd be mega impressive, wouldn't it?

She sure thought so, and she trotted with light feet under the targets, weaving in and out around other people - and getting splashed with their various-colored paint, which was fun - until she found herself standing under three or four targets at once, and without hesitating, she brandished her wand at her first balloon, "Alarte Ascendare!" then did the same not a moment later with her second balloon, "Alarte Ascendare!"

Both balloons shot straight up into the air, one after the other, the first one slamming into a middle-tier target and the second slamming into a bottom-tier target that moved into the balloon's trajectory at the same moment, sending purple and pink paint sprinkling down upon her.

THAT HAD BEEN THE BEST IDEA YET.

Brian was tired, and honestly just a bit cranky and he just wanted to get the bloody balloon on the target so that he could head back down to the common room, pull a bedwarmer off the wall and go back to sleep. He needed his beauty sleep, okay? He was a growing boy. Growth hormones were produced during sleep cycles.

Closing his eyes tightly, he sent a sort-of prayer to whatever heavenly power was out there and pointed his wand at the purple balloon he'd retrieved. "Alarte ascendare!" he cried, sending the balloon up past the first target and hitting the second one dead smack in the centre. YES. He'd done it! He also now had purple paint in his hair from the explosion it made upon impact, but that would hopefully come off when he washed it.

Anyway, good night everyone. Brian Woods was going to take a well-deserved nap.

Tora readied herself for a last hurrah before she headed out and to her next activity. Purple balloon? Check. Third tier target sighted? Check. Memorizing pattern... This one was a weird figure eight: the hardest one Tora had tried to hit yet. She would do it though, if not for her own pride, then for Ravenclaw!

"Alarte Ascendare," she said, eyes firmly fixed on the moving target. Her balloon shot into the air and honed in on the target. It dodges a second tier panel and swooped around and with a great splash! Hit the target, a little off center, but solidly on the target. For sure.

Which was why the target was covered in red paint? Tora had definitely thrown a purple balloon. What was this hypocrisy?! She glowered at the paint until a single drop went plop! on her forehead. LOVELY. Red was her least favorite color. And now she had it all over her face. She angrily wiped it away and stomped towards the door. Obviously charms was not the thing for her to do today since it was soooo frustrating. Grrrr. Just as she was about to exit she turned and flicked her wand at the red paint splotch. It turned purple.

SPOILER!!: Angel

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Angel looked at Benny and giggled. "I think someone is trying to make me feel better by failing himself and making his girlfriend look amazing." Angel was totally enjoying herself at the minute and her Benny-Boo was trying to make things look better. "Your awesome, you know that right." Angel didn't care who listened to her in the room, Benny was awesome and everyone should know it right.

"I am!! I am!! I am!!" Angel jumped up and down on the spot. "Seriously you can tell I am." Angel was loving life at the minute and things were going to be totally happy and interesting.

"Alarte Ascendare!" Angel pointed her wand at a blue balloon and smiled as it went the right way and hit a target. "You do it like that Benny!" Angel giggled. "Want to have another go?" Angel stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend.

The older Gryffindor had to fight the urge to color in embarishment as Angel called him out.It hadn't been his intention at all but it certainly did look that way. A t least from cvertain angles. "If you say so," was all he was saying, using his free hand to absently rub the back of his neck. His mind drifting to thinking of just what might have been what went wrong. It was interrupted by more excited girlfriend and another success for the younger lion.

"Maybe once more," he agreed, "...to prove you wrong." Surely he thought he had gotten it. Maybe if he hadn't then the charms professor would be the next staffer he would be visiting since the subject was another matter he hadn't done the greatest in and another Thompson wanted him to continue with. But for now...he was knuckling down and trying it again, taking a deep breath or two to prepare himself. He needed to focus and time it all right.

And he needed to move closer.

Benny took a few steps forward so he was both closer to the targets and at perhaps a better angle to work on aiming the balloons right where he wanted them. When he was satisfied, the sixth year took aim at one of the floating balloons, one currently moving diagonally sideways. "Alarte Ascendare!" This time the spell took hold and seemed to work like it should. At least partly. The balloon moved at his command, heading towards one of the middle targets, breaking with a pop.

Success!

Pleased with the wide array of colors decorating her poncho, Sophie wiped off her wand again on her shirt under the poncho - she was still a little concerned about the state of it, but she kept reassuring herself that she was brilliant and could absolutely make it all better later.

She just needed to keep going.

It was an easy thing to convince herself to do, of course, for she had dual purpose in today's task. Her poncho-decorating was going swimmingly, as was her practice with the charm. She'd yet to hit ANY of the top tier targets, though, which was kind of disgraceful. She hadn't wanted to hit Quigley's ceiling, but... what kind of leader would she be if she walked out of this room without at least hitting ONE of those highest targets? So she had to try.

Returning to the box of balloons, Sophie gathered three balloons in her arms and sought out another group like she did before - she kept a keen eye on the highest tier ones, though, because that was her REAL target, to hit one of those. It wouldn't have been the end of the world if she hit the lower targets, and if she missed completely and the balloon just came back down and hit her hooded head... but she still did not want to hit the ceiling. Some students already had, but she didn't want to join them on Quigley's bad list.

Though, realistically, she thought she'd have to do a lot more than cover his ceiling in paint to get herself removed from his favorites list...

THERE! She'd been waiting under the targets, watching them all cross and intersect in their various tiers above her head, and just when a group of them looked like they were going to come together again and cross in paths above and below each other, she shot the first balloon upward, "Alarte Ascendare!" and then the next, "Alarte Ascendare!" She didn't have time to shoot up her final balloon she was holding - she could only watch as one balloon went upward and burst against a low tier target, and the other went up, up, up and - SMACK! DIRECT HIT ON A TOP TIER TARGET!

Blue and red paint sprinkled down upon her once more, and Sophie gave a happy twirl as it did so, wanting the paint to coat her poncho evenly. This was GREAT, wasn't it? There were ALL sorts of colors on her, and she looked SUPER cool. It was perfect just like this, but while she still had one more balloon on her person, she might as well take one last shot, right?

Pleased with her work thus far, Sophie bounced around underneath the targets, looking for a good top tier target to aim for. She felt quite confident now, having done all that she'd hoped to accomplish, and just wanted one last good hit on one of those targets - and the moment a top tier target went overhead, she brandished her wand at her last balloon and shot it upward with a quick, "Alarte Ascendare!"

The balloon went up, up, UP - SPLAT! against the ceiling, completely missing its intended target, and bright pink paint dripped down onto her, the majority of the balloon's contents now covering the ceiling high above.

...Uh. Oops?

The Ravenclaw gathered her things and SCRAMMED, no looking back at the wall connected to Quigley's office. SORRY, QUIGGLES. She had a poncho to waterproof and a wand to clean. SOPHIE OUT.

Puck didn’t care that there was paint on her, not really, that wasn’t the important part today. She was more intently focused on the changing patterns in the moving targets. It was like they were trying to confuse her, but really, it was that she had lost her beat. Lost their time.

All the distraction aside she simply brandished her wand and aimed it at one of the targets. “Alarte Ascendare!” she cast, and watched as the balloon flew at the target SPLASH, sure, it was the first row but at least it had hit a target. Even if she hadn’t timed things properly.

“I need to try this more,” she grinned because hello this was fun.

Doused in cologne and with his hair neatly combed the Slytherin boy made an effort to look professional as he entered the rounded room set aside for their charms practices. He looked around and was glad to see that he and Benzi would have it to themselves. He had the feeling it would make for better effort on Rider's behalf if they had some privacy.

Cutty beelined for the window seat and opened up a potions case. The thing was the size of a small briefcase and split opened at the hinges something like a book, revealing straps, and shelves and drawers. He had in this case, a small collection of euphorics including but not limited to the recent mood altering mix Culloden introduced and sweets and drinks to chase them with. He also brought a book or two with him. A story about a man called Vidocq, who once did a wrong thing or two, but eventually became one of the most if not the most successful criminologist. A non-fictional example of how anyone can turn a new leaf and start working for the good guys. There was also a Chose Your Own Adventure amongst the reading. He flipped one open whilst he continued to read the Broom Ride to Transylvania.

Having decided to go about with her plan to change the walls inside the charms classroom to green, Zhenya tried to open the door. Only, it was locked. There was no no no way she was going to break her way into the classroom, so she decided the Charms Annexe was the place to try. Inside she went, fondly remembering the previous homework assignment with the paint balloons. That had been a lot of fun.

But now she looked around, and there were a lot of things inside the room to transform. But her heart was still set on the walls. Everything was nice to redecorate every now and then, and if Professor Quigley didn't like it, surely he could change it back? Easy. She pulled out her wand, turned to one of the walls and pictured it green. Emerald green. "Colovaria," she said, pointing it at the wall, and watching the wall change to green.

Well, Sophie Brown had every INTENTION of going to make everything in Quiggles' seating area blue... but someone had already made it all red. So. There was one disappointed Ravenclaw, but... at least she could make use of the Charms Annexe, right? It was less fun and made her want to cry, actually, because she'd been SO excited to get on Quiggles' nerves and get him riled up... but... she sighed. This would have to suffice.

Though she was certain he wouldn't be at all irked about her changing anything in here. This was a room practically MEANT for this kind of stuff anyway. So. This had completely backfired on her. But... she'd come ALL THIS WAY. So... she had to turn something of Quigley's blue. She just had to.

It looked like someone else had the same idea before - a Slytherin, it seemed, as one of the walls was charmed green. Only one, though? That was... kind of underwhelming, and Sophie was an overachiever, so she was going to charm each of the other three walls to be BLUE.

"Colovaria!" she cast at the first wall, picturing it turning to a brilliant shade of blue as she pointed her wand at it, and smiled when it proved successful. Then she walked over to the next wall and repeated the process, "Colovaria!" And finally, facing the wall that connected to Quiggles' office - it was the closest she was going to get to antagonizing him, really - she cast with a point of her wand, "Colovaria!" The third and final wall changed to a very appealing shade of sapphire, and...

That was good enough. She'd left her mark, as disappointing as it was. Maybe she'd just go bother Quiggles later when he was done with Dante.