Pingo? That was such a funny name for a spell! It was like a board game, or something you named a children's toy. Maybe that was what happened when you cast it. A little toy in that color came out. Oooh, that would be useful around babies. Maybe Ophelia should suggest that to Austin, seeing as he had a baby sis. Maybe toys would warm her up?

And what exactly was this bonding activity? Why were they all in old clothes? Not that the blonde didn't appreciate the value of a nice pair of sweatpants and trainers, -thank you by the way for this marvelous opportunity in comfort- but there were several things that could be happening right now and that fact scared her.

At least she listened to instructions. It was something the short girl was working on, and something she was beginning to get pretty good at. Full-hearted attentiveness. And the trait DID have it's advantages. Like the fact that now she understood how to do the spell better than if she didn't listen. And now there was another spell the third year could possibly do. Doing random spells was always cool, especially if they lead to fun or helped someone out along the way.

Anywho, it was time to practice said spell, and Ophelia felt ready. Putting her white trainers firmly into the grass, the little blonde pointed her wand towards a spot in front of her near the ground -just in case- and said the spell.

"Pingo Green!' OOOOOH! Green bubbles had shot from her wand, making the teen smile. This had to be one of the coolest spells ever. No lie. Imagine how easy painting would be! Rooms getting painted in record time! Why had nobody opened a painting service, kicked muggles out of their home for like four hours, painted the walls with this spell and then kicked back? It was a cheap and dirty way to make money, but it WAS a way to make money and that was always cool.

Though she wanted to try the spell again, Ophelia looked up at the adult and let what was going to happen dawn on her. YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES HOLY SMOKES AND OH MERLIN ON A TRICYCLE YES! They were going to paint war, weren't they? Old clothes so they didn't have tie-dye robes. No pointing at eyes because nobody in their right mind wanted paint in their eyes. It all made sense. It was an act of mischief, and Ophelia knew mischief well. She tried really hard to not smile ear to ear with realization at the fact that this year was going to have the coolest bonding activity ever!