Now that the paint fight had BEGUN, Paul was in...competitive mode. Not that there was any sort of winner or anything, but STILL. He threw some yellow paint right at Art, cackling like mad as he did so.

THIS WAS SO FUN!

Poor Henric was getting a LOT of paint, wasn't he? Heehehee, Paul thought it was vERY funny, so he splashed the prefect with even more paint...some RED paint!

Was that a house elf?! Paul quickly stopped throwing paint long enough to notice that, at least.

What was an elf doing here?

"NO ONE hit the elf with paint!" he yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Unless...you would like to join us in the paint fight, Mr. Elf..." Paul wasn't good with the elf names. And he didn't much know how to deal with them, either..so he REALLY hoped he wasn't being rude.