It seemed that all that was going on was peaceful painting. Paul dug this, yes. PEACEFUL PAINTING. He took his wand from his pocket and gave it a slight wave, splattering some paint onto the pristine, white pods.

They wouldn't be white and pristine much longer, though.

"Mr. Bronwyn, what kind of paint is this, m'boy?" he asked curiously. "Just want to make sure it won't come off--or maybe that'd be okay if people wanted to continue to paint on these for years to come!" that could be fun. Nice. Interesting. Was anyone a professional graffiti artist here at the castle?! This would be a PRIME and legal opportunity!

He then pressed his hand into some PINK paint and began to handprint the pods. "Oliver, how are YOU doing today, eh?"