Now that he had defended himself against two blue paint attacks, Carl gained confidence. He was about to cast some Pingos when he heard Jace shout his name. Glancing at him, he was surprised to see the Ravenclaw pointing at the space behind him, looking worried and - he was telling him to watch out? He turned around, ready to deflect spells coming his way. But no, there was nobody paying any attention to him. Or at least, that was what it looked like.

When the twelve-year-old turned around again, Jace was nowhere to be seen. What was that all about? SPLAT SPLAT. As if in a slow motion, he looked down to see blue paint all over him. One he knew, was casted by Tia, who was shooting paint at everybody; the other, he was not sure.

Well, he was in Team Blue then. Carl smiled in spite of himself.