Zhenya just nodded. She got it. Well, she thought so. She thought perhaps it would be nice going to Hogwarts for the first time with someone, or at least knowing someone who was there. She hadn't known anyone before she started, but in the end it really didn't matter all that much.

Ethan seemed to enjoy the winning glory, and his reaction made Zhenya laugh, and clap again. And more laughs with the pink splatters. "Well I'm sure sometime in the future colours will be the new black! We're just setting the trend a few... decades early." She nodded and laughed again.

She watched Ethan cast his next balloon up, and bit her lip as yellow spread on the ceiling. She didn't want to laugh, but it was almost like digging themselves in deeper, with the mess and everything. "Yeaaaaah," she said slowly. "If he can hold of on the killing part, he might let us volunteer to clean it up?" Heck, she realised they didn't need to volunteer. They were at Hogwarts, were they not? A cleaning charm would probably... maybe work. And if not... maybe they could make the floor into a trampoline and they could jump up and try and clean at the same time. Elbow grease.

She grabbed the next balloon and plopped it on the ground, watching above. The target was tricky, Zhenya was certain it was all to do with luck. "ALARTE ASCENDARE," she said, brandishing her wand at it. She prematurely started to beam at it, thinking it was going to hit the target, but it moved, and the balloon grazed the side of the target and splat white paint on the ceiling. She shrugged, "Better than pink, I guess."