So, Toby's face was a little cleaner now. He'd wiped the paint away from his eyes, spat out the not-so-small amount that had found its way into his mouth, and went to get himself another balloon. A glance down at his uniform, now completely and utterly covered in various hues of paint, had him suppressing a laugh. Well, nobody could accuse him of not getting really stuck into his assignments.

Once again, Toby stood beneath the targets that were worth the highest points, looking between balloon and ceiling. He was still kinda bouncy, except this time he was forcing himself to be AS CHILL AS POSSIBLE so he didn't simply blow up this next paint balloon. Not that that hadn't been FUN. It was just that he was very quickly losing the kind of focus needed for spellwork, and as he didn't intend to leave this room 'til he hit one of these fastest targets, he needed to utilise the concentration he had right NOW.

Again, Toby tracked the movements of the target, but not for very long this time. He didn't want to overthink it, because he didn't think he had the mental energy. Instead, he'd just... go for it and hope for the best.

"Alarte Ascendare!" Once again, Toby brandished his wand at the balloon and sent it skyrocketing upwards. He watched it's progress, in time to see a target moving juuuust about into the right place... almost...

SPLAT!

Toby threw his arms UP INTO THE AIR, hands balled into FISTS because VICTORY! It wasn't a bullseye, had only really just caught the edge again, but it HAD hit, and there was hardly any orange paint on the ceiling from the weird... rebound splash! FIFTEEN POINTS!

He stood there for a moment, victory pose, right there in the rain of orange paint, and grinned. Nice. Job well done? SURE. His Charms homework was DONE, which meant Toby could get on out of here, and show off his new paint job. Stowing his wand away back into its holster, he strolled on out of the room.