Why must you all insist on me using my wand? My wand has had a very busy time lately, and its resting.

Abbey couldn't help but smile. "Well, pardon me," she said with a bit of a laugh, "I wasn't aware." The brown haired girl looped a loose arm around her dormmate's waist for a brief moment in a return hug, keeping an eye on the splattering paint coming from Billy's brush. She really was hoping to avoid getting paint splashed onto her sweater.

to Moira, hed thought everybody would have known. Were just painting eggs for the egg hunt later on, but Im refusing to use my wand and thats that.

Abbey's eyes popped wide open and her mouth parted in an O of rememberance. "Oh, yes, that's right. I'm terribly sorry to have forgotten; that's not like me at all. If I decorate a few, I don't have to hide them, do I? Not that I wouldn't want to help, but that would ruin a bit of the fun on my end..." The girl offered a gentle and benevolent smile to her housemates, sliding into a chair beside Billy.

She watched the threatening exchange between her yearmates with a slightly cocked eyebrow, a smirk tugging at one corner of her lips. Really, teenagers could be so dramatic.

"Now, Billy, you're not really planning on attacking Moira in any sort of mean-spirited way, are you? That wouldn't be very gentlemanly of you." And then she cracked. Abigail couldn't keep a straight face no matter how she tried. "I'm just joking, dear. Do whatever you like to her, but do be warned: you'll have to face down two of us in retaliation, and I'm not quite sure that you could handle that."

Abbey laughed again as Moira decided to further decorate Billy's face. Taking a brush of her own, she swirled it in the blue paint. "Now hold still, Mr Sawyer. You can't wear pink and green without blue." And with that, she made an attempt to swipe a line of blue down Billy's chin. Poor boy would have to hide himself and pose as an egg by the time they were done.

Abbey examined the two eggs given to her by Moira before taking out her wand and tapping her chin in wonder for a moment. Then, after deliberation, she turned one of the eggs a pale pink and the other a minty sort of green with a tap of her wand. "At least this will help with Charms practice," she muttered, striping the pink one with lines of pale yellow and blue, and dotting the minty one with cream colored points. They were very typically Abbey-colored eggs.

Brown eyes fell upon Moira's blush, but Abbey tastefully and tactfully decided not to say anything. It was probably something entirely unrelated to the teenaged conclusions forming in her mind.

"I'm really so happy that the weather's been nicer lately," she said, changing the topic of conversation. "It will make dueling practice so much better, not having to practice inside and in those musty rooms. Don't you agree?" Not really the sort to give the impression of one who dueled and longed to defend others for a living, Abbey sometimes even surprised herself in her voracious desire to be what others never expected. Which was why, the next egg that she took up was charmed a brilliant blue with red and copper spiraling on it.