Now that she had a sizable paint splatter on her robes thanks to Miss Gallaway, Team Blue would probably be able to smell her from 50 feet away. She was tempted to clean herself off, but that was certainly not in the spirit of the game. Plus she had to have battle wounds, and the paint was it in this case. So instead, she merely double checked to make sure she was well hidden behind her tree.

Who would be her next victim? Ah look, there was a seventh year. They tended to be taller and therefore easier targets. Poor, poor Eden McGee. "Pingo Bronze!" The paint bubble rocketed off towards its intended target.