"Moira. This is not working." Billy Sawyer commented, eying one of the easter eggs suspiciously. From his expression, one wouldn't have been surprised to discover that his egg might be an egg bomb... or something. This afternoon had certainly been a learning experience, and despite the good company of Moira, he'd found that the eggs were far less pleasant. After he staunchly informed that no, he wasn't going to revert to magic and that yes, he did have some artistic skill... he was beginning to regret those proclaimations. Whereas Moira had been well organised and had nice looking eggs, Billy's were far more messier and well, uncompleted. His basket compared to hers looked rather dismal, and it seemed as if the boy might have had some degree of colour blindness judging from the paint combinations he had chosen.

"Look at this one," he picked it up carefully and shook it. "It's got a crack right through the middle... like a thunderbolt. So I painted it black -" his black was more of a greenish brown, "and with a yellow thingy... but..." he furrowed his brows. He wasn't sure what his point was other than his eggs looked dreadful incomparision to Moira's. He hoped the seventh years wouldn't discriminate against his, and leave them to be while only picking up Moira's. That would be a tad disappointing... but probably inevitable.

It was simply an off the cuff idea that they organised this wee activity, for despite seven years together... they had had few major get togethers. He hoped that this would be successful, not only for his sake but for the rest of the seventh year Ravenclaws. He'd formulated a plot in his mind that he wouldn't dare tell Moira, where any eggs that were left over would be used to be thrown at those that didn't turn up. He found himself a little enthusiastic about that thought, almost as much as the actual easter egg hunt.

"But - I've still got so many to do..." he complained to Moira, picking up on his main point. "It's maddening! Eggs, eggs, eggs! And most of them aren't chocolate either." The blonde gave his friend a despairing glance, "Help?" he asked, offering the girl his basket full of plain eggs minus the several atrociously painted eggs. One of them with the Sex Pistols logo painted upon... but he was rather proud of that one.