By the time Tora got to the charms annexe there were already several other students practising. Perhaps she should come back when it was less busy? But no, she reviewed her schedule in her mind and realized that this was really the only free time she had to do it, so it had to be now. She tucked her bag by the door and out of the way of any paint spatters, grabbed her wand, and stepped in.

Best to do a bit of a warm up, no? She ignored high moving ones and instead focused on a fairly low target moving slowly from side to side. Ahem. "Alarte Ascendare!" she said, brandishing her wand and concentrating on the target. A paint balloon soared through the air and.... just barely hit the target. Tora winced. Couldn't she do better than that? She must have misjudged how fast the target was moving or something. Seriously, should be able to hit the target straight on; she was a seventh year!

She sighed and shook out her arm, perhaps she was too tense after the long day? She always performed better when relaxed. Alright. Now, to try again.

With a triumphant grin on her face, Norah half-skipped towards the box of balloons, pausing for a dramatic leap over the little puddles of paint that had been made on the floor. One more balloon, yeah? ORANGE this time, because she knew she needed it to finish her rainbow, but when she went back through all the colors she realized she was missing red too. Taking one orange AND one red balloon, she walked to the very highest targets. She was so gonna be able to do it. It was for the sake of a RAINBOW which was very important, y'know.

The fourth year set the two balloons beside each other and pointed her wand at the red one first. Glancing up at the targets to see if one was reaching the spot directly above, she cast, "Alarte Ascendare!" with a determined brandish of her wand. The red balloon shot upwards, missing the target by centimeters (okay, it was a LOT of centimeters but technically still centimeters) and continuing to move up until it splattered paint all over the ceiling. Whoooops? It'd gone all the way up, though! That was practically as good as hitting the target.

She aimed her wand at the orange balloon this time and said, "Alarte Ascendare," imagining the same upward motion. This balloon went up and clipped the edge of a target, popping open to spill orange paint all over the floor below. Did that count? That TOTALLY counted. Awwww yeah. Norah stuck her arm under the falling droplets of orange to catch some color. With the purple in her hair and the droplets of all sorts of her arms, the fourteen year old was all set. In her ELEMENT of colors. Best homework ever.

Melek came to the box and got out 5 different color balloons. She beamed, thinking that out of the five, that she would get at least three of them. Mel went back over to the target and aimed for the first balloon. "Alarte Ascendare." Melek held her breath as she watch the balloon go up up and HIT... or a sorta hit... It was half on and half off so it got paint a little bit everywhere. She giggled and smiled. Mel was soooo gonna count that as a hit on the high level of target. Melek aimed for the next balloon, "Alarte Ascendare." She watched as it flew up and missed. Mel frowned and winced, wondering if the professor would come out and yell at her. Melek decided to just go away and finish the balloons so she aimed for the third, "Alarte Ascendare." It went up and got the middle one dead on! Melek danced and beamed, happy about it. Now for the fourth! Mel was still dancing in excitement so her aim was a little off so the balloon got the lowest one off the center. She then focused on the very last balloon that she had with her at the moment and aimed. "Alarte Ascendare." It went up and hit the highest one right in the middle. "BULLSEYE! YES!" She danced a bit and went to get more balloons but looked at the time. Melek frowned, "I got to go study right when I was finally getting it..." Mel sighed and shook her head, heading out for the door. She left and headed to the Ravenclaw tower.

A second balloon was retrieved, this time an orange balloon with another mystery colour inside, and Toby returned back to where he'd stood before. It was easy to find the exact spot, because of the paint drops and the fact that it was directly under the big blue splatter on the ceiling, oops. THIS time, however, he positioned himself with a little more precision, choosing a target and watching its process as it moved about, then standing himself directly under part of its path.

Alright. Take two. He lined it up, or tried to at least, it was hard because of the angle and the moving and the very little experience with doing stuff like this... and tried again.

"Alarte Ascendare!"

A brandish of his wand later, and the paint balloon nyoom'd up into the air. Toby watched, willing it to hit its mark, but he'd misjudged how fast the balloon would fly up there. It really was very fast.

And then... *SPLATTER*

It HAD caught the target, right on the EDGE, but it had CAUGHT IT, and the already-paint-covered target got a generous new coat of pink paint especially on one side, and the rest rained all over Toby. Once again, he quickly looked away so he didn't get an eye- or mouthful of paint.

COOL. So... that was a success, right? A sign he could totally move onto a FASTER TARGET? Not really, as it had almost been a miss, but TOBY saw it as pure success. He was gonna go for a ten-pointer now.

Angel smiled as Benny "Thanks!" Angel was totally enjoying it and she really hoped that everything was going to be okay with her next attempt... she had done it once but was it a one of or was it more permanent, she hoped that it was the latter but until she did it again she couldn't tell you.

"Alarte Ascendare!" Angel did the wand movement again and then she suddenly saw a blue balloon suddenly flying towards a target, she really hoped that it was going to hit... she watched it to see what happened.

*splat*

Angel did a jig as the blue balloon hit the target to make a mess of blue paint.... "This is awesome!" Angel smiled as she looked at her Boyfriend. "Your go."

Now Simon was ready to try out the charm. Taking a deep breath, he chose a lime green balloon with a unidentifiable dark colour inside of it. Could it be blue paint? Red paint? Black paint? Who knew? Biting his lip, he held out his wand and pointed it at the balloon. Alright. Performing the correct movement, he said "Alarte Ascendare!" The ballon jumped into the air and soared towards the target. Yes, he had gotten the charm done. Go Simon!

However, it was not victory. The balloon ended up colliding with another ballon and burst open, spreading paint everywhere. Hoping that no one would notice, he ran to grab another balloon. This time he grabbed a blue balloon.

Talent: Doing homework at the last minute.

Swear to Merlin, he had a problem with the whole procrastination thing. Later never seemed to come around and he always seemed to remember his homework very close to the due date. MAN. And that's exactly what happened here.

Grayson trudged up to the Charms Annexe, wand in hand and his usual strut in his step. He was confident at using this spell and all. There was no way in which this could possibly go bad--

Holy.

FREAKING.

Merlin.

Having pushed open the door to the Annexe, the boy got the chance to have a proper look at his surroundings and he did NOT like what he saw. Sure, paint balloons sounded great but only if you were in a balloon fight. Couldn't they have that instead? Dude would own that game, man, there was no question about it.

He headed into the room slowly, taking in everything around him. Right. Cool. This wasn't gonna be too hard, right? Right. He was confident and good looking and he was gonna hit those targets up there. Cool. Let's get this show on the road, mkay?

"Alarte Ascendare!" he cried, casting the correct wand movement and watching as the balloon flew up and up and up........ the Targets moved this way and that, even moving around in circles just to mess with his head. Jeez, talk about freaking annoying.

The result? The balloon had flown up, narrowly missing an oncoming target, slowed down and started heading back. A swear word or two was said out loud as Grayson tried to move away and--

SPLAT!

Brilliant. Just freaking brilliant.

DEADPAN.

SPOILER!!: EDEN

Eden watched Clara try to shoot her balloon up into the air and...WHOOH. "YEAH!" she cried happily, holding up her hand for a high five. "You hit one! I mean--not the one you were aiming for but--that's OKAY--" she beamed and felt so PROUD of the best friend.

She hopped out of the way of the green paint and grinned..."This reminds me of the paint fight we had the first week of school--" had Clara gone? Eden couldn't remember, but the entire Ravenclaw house had been invited. Her team had NOT won. Hmph. "All right--this time--it's my turn--" she wiggled her bum in anticipation and set her balloon on the ground once more. It looked like it might be purple paint...it was a purple balloon? So probably purple paint.

"ALARTE ASCENDARE!" she cried, the spell shooting from her wand tip and into the balloon, causing it to SHOOT right up, straight, and splattering against Eden's intended target. Thank Merlin the target hadn't moved. Purple paint sprinkled down, and Eden giggled and closed her eyes as some of it got into her hair...

"Purple highlights...for my blue hair?" she smirked and posed. "How do I looooook?" she mocked a posh accent and tried her best to look DASHINGLY handsome....or something.

hehehe. HEHEHEHE.

Clara felt conflicted about the offered high five, but returned it nonetheless. "Do I really deserve a high five for that? I didn't even hit the right one." That was like answering a question in a test wrong but still getting the marks because she at least answered it. But, looking at Eden, she could hardly be annoyed about it. Her best friend looked so happy for her .... Clara would hate to be the one to ruin that mood .... so instead, she smiled, pretending she wasn't completely disappointed in herself.

"What pa- Oh, yeah, that one." Clara hadn't gone to that. It was one of the first events of the school year and she wasn't really prepared to throw herself straight back into socialising. After spending the majority of the summer on her own, being back around people again was .... slightly unnerving. However, she did remember Eden telling her about it. Eden's team hadn't won, so there wasn't much she could say about it really. She just watched as Eden picked up another balloon, this time purple.

She followed the balloon with her eyes, watching as it hit its intended target, and grinned. "Nicely done," she said as purple paint rained down over Eden. "That's a great look on you, but I think it could do with more colour," she smirked, too.

"My turn."

This time she would get it.

She walked over to the box of balloons, selecting, this time, a red one. Clara then stood beneath the targets, thinking back to way she'd done it before and the way Eden had done it. If she made adjustments to her technique according to those things, hopefully she'd be able to get it this time. She glanced across at Eden, giving her half a smile ..... the pressure of having someone watching her was starting to get to her. Deep breath. Placing the balloon on the ground, she pointed her wand at it."ALARTE ASCENDARE!" Aaaaand up it went. She watched it closely and would have jumped for joy when it hit the lower target if it wasn't for the paint that burst from the balloon when it met its target. The redhead tried to jump out of the way, but still ended up being coated in red paint.

.......... Never mind. She could rock it.

Grumble grumble grumble.

Alright then, take two.

Grayson wiped as much of the paint off of his head as possible before grabbing another balloon and concentrating on the targets once again. He had to wait until it was lined up correctly: meaning that it was directly above him otherwise he was gonna get hit again and there was no way in Merlin that he was gonna let that happen.

Wait........

........... wait..........

............... wait............

GO! "ALARTE ASCENDARE!"

The balloon flew up and up and..... FREAKING YES! THAT was what he was talking about. A half happy and half smug expression crossed his face and, this time, he didn't even mind the splatter of paint raining down on him. He did what he had to do. And at the end of the day, he was still gonna look hot in all the paint. Just saying.

There were already people in the annexe by the time Cutty arrived. Which of course meant accidental targets. Wouldn't Professor Appley-Quig be struck by the mess this was bound to make or would he simply shrug it off as one of the many occupational hazards associated (surely, by now) of a teaching post at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Detentions all around. He'd seen the man disgusted before.


Naaaaay.



The best approach was likely to take the ammo and approach the target, aiming manually and firing magically since the spell did not tend to have much direction control on it's own. Cutty withdrew the distempered instrument and approached the box. Pulling out three of the paint balloons he paused to notice that the box looked no less empty for their absence. H'mm...an endless amount of tries, then.


He cut between the two rows until he was beneath the middle row. Somehow he thought they'd be lower. But then, where was the challenge in that. It'd keep him from getting into things that best not be gotten into. Cutty bent down and set the paint balloon in front of him adjusting it slightly with the toe of his shoe. He backed up and played the waiting game whilst marveling at the Professor's motion charm. It was not of the predictable variety with the targets moving diagonally and sideways. What was this spell? He wanted to know it. In the line of a diagonal projection, Cutty moved forward with one large step. He would wait for the target to...

Nope. The target, which had been coming down at a diagonally came so close to the ground that it pierced the paint balloon popping and squirting it quite spectacularly. Cutty watched with glee as inappropriate and terribly cruel ideas filled his head.

Eden clapped and cheered a LOT when Clara got her shot. "AYAYAY!" She beamed and went to RUFFLED the redhead's hair. "Now you match your hair--" she teased, making a silly face at her friend.

Anyways. It was now Eden's turn. "What color should I do next?" she was splattered with purple...hmm. "Let's do....YELLOW--" they would look NICE together. She grabbed a yellow one and positioned herself. She was going to aim for the next highest one...but it was moving from right to left...

Hm.

That might Eden had to time it just right. She set the balloon on the ground and glanced up. Okay. "Alert Ascendare--" she said softly, so the balloon wouldn't SHOOT up high--and by the time it got halfway up...a few seconds had gone by. Eden tried to...figure out when to send her balloon up so it would actually HIT the target. Hmm.

So she would time it out...perfectly...

--"ALARTE ASCENDARE!" she cried, at the moment she thought was right, and the yellow balloon SHOT up into the air--Eden watched--SHE WAS GONIG TO HIT THE MOVING TARGET---

Until the target plunged out of the way, and her balloon caught just the end of the target, splattering on the target....but mostly.....

Falling on her head.

Well.

Leave it to Cinna to be one of the last ones to get started on her Charms homework assignment. Her middle name was procrastination, of course. Yeah, okay not really. She was heading to do the homework now. So all was good. Things would be even better after she was done. She was really going to have to get better about this procrastination thing.

Heading into the room her brown eyes looking around the room. So to get a feel of what was going on and the set up of the room. This wasn't going to be hard at all, right? She was good no she was great at charms so she had this in her back pocket.

Wand in hand she stepped into the area."Alarte Ascendare!" With the right wand movement. She sent a red balloon up into the air smashing into a target

SPLAT!!!

Paint rain.

Covered in splatters of blue and pink paint, Tobias retrieved balloon number three and moved under the path of one of the targets that was moving slightly faster than the last one. He stood there, craning his head back to watch it move for a moment or two, eyeing the pain that already decorated it.

The moment or two passed, and Toby was still staring. It was very easy to get distracted by watching it move, especially with all the pretty paint colours, too. More moments passed, and still Toby stood staring. It wasn't until he copped a couple of paint drops in the face from as a result of someone else's target attempt that he suddenly snapped back to it and remembered he was sort of mid-assignment.

SO. He'd been watching know enough to remember the pattern of movement, and now had a good idea of roughly where the target would be even without looking at it now. If there was a way of controlling how quickly he could send the balloon up into the air, he'd be set for a bullseye. Toby couldn't control the balloon when it was IN the air, but he'd give a good go at trying to determining at what speed it flew up there.

"Alarte Ascendare!" He brandished his wand and focused hard on trying to control the initial lift off. But it was SO HARD because he was still trying to work out whereabouts the target would be at this point. Toby often thought a lot of things in rapid succession, but trying to keep two things in mind at the same time was a whole different level of difficult. But the balloon shot into the air, and then the matter was, literally and figuratively, out of his hands.

SPLAT!

His eyes had flicked up to the target just in time to see the balloon connect and immediately burst open. Not a bullseye, but DEFINITELY on target. He'd TAKE IT. Grinning, Toby stood there, before twiiiiiiirling in the sudden purple rain. Nice

Well this was fun but messy, red paint was all over her and everything else. Some of the funnest things were the messiest. She didn't even get this much paint on her when she worked on her art stuff. She could make a nice mess of that sometimes, too.

She went back over and grabbed an orange balloon since orange was her favorite color. So course she had to pick out a orange one. She went back under the targets. Which one did she want to aim for? One of the higher ones? Yes, one of the higher ones. Go Big or go home, right?

Once she found the target that she was going to aim at. It was coming up soon. She was going to have to be ready for it. She sat the balloon on the ground, waited for the right time. Riiggght about now,""Alarte Ascendare!" She brandished her wand and watched the balloon shoot up into the air.

It was going to hit the target. It was going to hit the target. Well it did hit the corner of the target. There a splat and a shower of orange paint came down. She was quite proud of herself.

She did it!

Pointing his wand at the blue ballon, Simon uttered the incantation, "Alarte Ascendare!" The balloon flew into the air and soared towards the target. So far so good. It looked as if it were going to strike the target right in the centre.

Nevertheless, the balloon hit the edge of the target, splattering yellow paint onto both the target and the floor. Yes, he had gotten the target! Hooray. However, he felt bad for the house elves who would have to clean everything afterwards. Perhaps he could lend them a hand if they wanted or if he had the time to donate? He'd probably end up doing that. Some people took the house elves for granted around here which Simon did not believe was okay.

Heading back to the balloons, he picked up a purple one filled with an unidentifiable colour of paint. He readied himself. Squaring his body to the target and shaking out his arms to become full relaxed.

This time, he would try to hit the centre of the target.

Clara did not appreciate her hair being ruffled, but with Eden she just couldn't stay mad. "So I do," she said, taking her hair down out of its ponytail and shaking it loose. Now that there was paint in it, having it up seemed pointless.

"Yellow works," she agreed, watching Eden step up to the mark.

Again, she tried to watch Eden's technique to see if there was anything she could learn from it. Not too softly, or else it wouldn't reach the target, but not too .... aggressively, or you'd end up coated in paint. Clara tried to hold in her laughter, but as soon as a smirk formed on her lips she cracked. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Oh my. Was she tearing up a little? "Congrats," she choked out, because Eden had hit the target, before stepping forward and patting part of Eden's arm that didn't have paint on it.

"My turn, sunshine," she said, cracking up again at her own pun.

Sunshine. Yellow. Oh, she was hilarious.

The pressure was on now, though. If she messed up, Eden would be all over it and would never, ever let her live it down. Deep breath. Clara went over to the box of balloons and picked out another green one. Green was her favourite colour, if that wasn't obvious. Cautiously, she stepped up to the mark and, to avoid slipping, cleaned the paint off the floor. "Scourgify." With the floor now hazard free, she turned her attention to the targets looming above her.

Throwing caution to the wind, she decided the odds were in her favour if she just 'aimed and fired'.

The redhead placed the green balloon down and took a step back, before pointing her wand at it. "Alarte ascendare," she said somewhat loudly and watched it soar up towards the targets. To her surprise, it passed the lower targets and kept going. Clara's eyes fixed on the middle target, which was moving from side to side, and held her breath. Would it? Would it hit it? ............. IT HIT ..... and she had just enough sense to lower her head before a sea of green showered down upon her, but she didn't care, because it had worked. Her ridiculous idea worked. She looked at Eden, grinning, and pushed her now-green hair out of her face.

The twirling didn't last for very long. Only for as long as it took for the purple rain paint to stop dripping, and what with gravity being a thing that took barely any time at all. Soon enough, Toby was back in the game with a NEW paint balloon ready to send up in the air, now standing beneath one of the fastest moving targets. The fifteen-pointers.

Oh yeah, this was happening. He wasn't gonna leave 'til he hit one of these targets. Toby looked between balloon and target a few times, trying to work out the best timing to send this thing up. He bounced on his toes, all pumped up and hyped at the excitement of it all (it was totally exciting) which was perhaps... not so brilliant an idea. 'Cause instead of timing it properly and stuff he decided to just GO for it and... well...

"Alarte AscENDARE!" A brandish of his wand and-

SPLAT.

It hadn't hit the target. Or the ceiling. Hadn't hit anything, in fact, apart from Toby. Yep, instead of being flung straight up in the air, the balloon had simply exploded, and Tobias had copped a large amount of green paint. He stood there, covered, wand still raised, before nodding to himself.

Right. Overexcited. Yep. That... tended to happen.

Okay, SO... he'd try AGAIN. Once he'd got all the paint off his face, at least. Ahem.

With the purple balloon in front of him, Simon readied his wand. He pointed it at the balloon and said the incantation. "Alarte Ascendare!" The balloon soared into the air and headed directly for the target. It looked like it was going to hit the centre of it.

BAM!

This time the paint made a wonderful splat right in the centre of the target. Bullseye!

"YES!" he cried and did a little victory dance. Alright. He had to make sure that this wasn't a fluke so he grabbed another balloon. He went for another purple balloon.

After finally making some of the targets, Zander was feeling much better about the spell. It gave him a bit of confidence, y'know? Not much... But still. Enough to help give him that extra leap apparently. Because now he was actually starting to enjoy himself. "Alarte Ascendare!!!" he brandished his wand, managing to hit one of the lower targets. HA. Bullseye. He almost considered leaving since he had managed to get a few already... But he figured Professor Q would want more than that.

Plus this stuff wasn't half bad when he could actually do it. Almost enjoyable, even.

So he went over to grab some more balloons, deciding that he'd leave after hitting at least 3/4 of them at proper targets. "Alarte Ascendare!" the confidence must've really helped because woah was there an improvement. After a couple more practice shots, Zander found that he was quite impressed with his work. And yeah, this meant time for a snack break. So with that in mind he packed up all his things.

Who knows? He might be back here tomorrow for some more practice. LOL jokes. He'd probably be sleeping in. Oops. Or eating some good food. That was always the best option. Anyways peace out, Q!

Too close? He still had two other balloons filled with colourful paint that he would not let suffer the same fate as their brother before them. Mordaunt with a C watched for a moment as the targets moved in their way, but no pattern could be found. Right. Just go at it, then. Along the middle and lowest row, Cutty placed the balloons in the lane just below the target. At some point or another the target would pass overhead and all he had to look out for was if it came down at a diagonal a bit too closely.

The first row behaved simply after coming up from it's diagonal motion, moving from right to left. Timing the motion nicely, Cutty aimed at the nested little balloon and hit it with the charm. "Alarte Ascendare." He watched as the globule flew upwards at about a 90 degree angle and splatted against the target. Cutty saw it all in slow motion. A neon shade of yellow bursted forth like a spray of liquid crowns before showering down in a light to heavy rain upon the floor.

He loved the smell of vandalism and although sanctioned it carried with it the promise of practice.

Alright, time to move onto the next target, which was a biiiiit higher than the last. Grayson squared his shoulders as he started up at the target with a fierce determination in his eyes. No way was he gonna let a buncha balloons and targets get in the way. Psh!

Rolling up the sleeves of his robes, the boy moved over to take another balloon from the pile. He wasn't paying too much attention to the colour so he ended up picking a pink balloon outta the pile. Didn't care, he only had to shoot the bad boy up to one of the targets. Nothing major.

So, he went to stand right beneath a target and waited for it to move juuuuuust a little so that it was more or less in line with the target. Kinda. Of course the target had a mind of its own but he was still gonna try. "ALARTE ASCENDARE!" The balloon went shooting right up, just as the target moved right over his head and............

................ the balloon went splat. It juuuust about hit the edge of the target but it still went splat, sending droplets of pink paint everywhere. Meaning that he, Grayson Whitlock, was now covered in pink paint as well. Freaking great. This was NOT how this homework was meant to go.

Yeah whatever he could rock the paint look.

That left the other one that he'd placed beneath the middle row. His concentration was sharp, though as he considered the mess he could potentially make and what it might look like if it were to splash upon the other students. The added bonuses were likely many more than he had considered, though as he motioned his wand and casted upon the last remainders of his paint balloons.

"Alarte Ascendare." A sploosh sound barely preceded a thin and somewhat evenly distributed spray of magenta as the balloon hit the target on it's on-comming corner.

Cuthbert had quite forgotten the paint on his shoe. And departed the moving targets to go and fetch more ammo.

You know what? He was gonna count that as a hit. He didn't care if it didn't hit the target in the middle and had only hit the edge or whatever. There was no way he had enough motivation or energy to keep on trying. No.

Moving on? Moving on.

Now it came to hitting the highest target. Even though he hadn't exactly tried, Grayson knew that this one was gonna be difficult. He twirled his wand around his fingers as he eyed that target. It was the highest up and he had a funny feeling that the other targets were likely to get in the way. And even if they didn't, there was still the higher chance that he was gonna miss it, what with it being higher up and all.

Yeah whatever. If the target thought that this was gonna knock his confidence, it had another thing coming. He was Grayson freaking Whitlock, he wasn't gonna let a stupid target get in the way. Psh!

"ALARTE ASCENDARE!" Saying the spell in a raised voice always seemed to be effective but not in this case. The Slytherin watched as the balloon flew up and juuuuuust missed the target. It couldn't have missed it by more than an inch or so.

Grumble grumble.

So this was pretty easy and fun. But then again for the Gryffindor any thing to do with paint was a good time. Lots of fun. She loved it. Paint rain, She was going to apply this is too her next piece of artwork. She went back and grabbed a few more of the balloons three to be exact. Blue, pink and yellow. She carefully carried them back over with her.

This was almost as fun as the glitter balloons she had made a few week ago. Now that was a blast. So was this. She sat down the three balloons side by side on the floor. Now all she had to do was wait for a target. As she waited she noticed someone else working on his homework. She moved over a bit, since glancing up at the targets. "Hey there, Cutty. Last minuting this homework assignment too. I see." Smirks Procrastinators unite.

There if she timed the yellow one just right it would splatter right over her head. So "Alarte Ascendare." Also doing the wand movement. Let it, rain. Yellow rain. The balloon zoomed up into air and smashed the target.

SPLAT!

So long as the box was self-replenishing, Cutty saw therein no motive toward restraint. Straightaway and forthrightly, he began to load his pockets with paint filled balloon after paint filled balloon. He carried them over to the moving targets and began placing them strategically.

One went beneath the middle row again, feeling he'd gotten enough from the first and lowest row. Two were placed beneath the highest row. The calculation for time would need to be more thought out, but what he wanted to do required a heavier amount of time. If it were even possible. Either way, Cutty felt certain something would happen. He carefully lined up two balloons beneath the highest row and stood back.

Whilst waiting for the target to sail in he heard a familiar voice. He smirked at what she had to say. "What can I say, Bayless. I like to take my time and do things right." Ew. Cutty. That came out way flirtier than anyone should ever have to listen to. He tore his attention away from Barty's little spice girl in time to see the target come in from the left to the right. "Alarte Ascendare." He aimed at the balloon. It's jubbly little form was sent straight up and hit the target side on tearing and ripping the balloon more than merely popping it. The spray of hot violet was amazeballz. This little victory intensified the young wizard's certainty that if he could get the paint balloons to hit the highest target at just the right time, he could shower everyone in an iridescent rain. Yes, this would be attempted.