The two telling colors are not what she first notices, her eyes so trained for that little bug's movement it is instead, the flies. Well, where one goes, there ought to be many, right? Flies and lightening bugs were cousins after all, she was sure of it. "Here buggy buggy buggy.... heeeeere buggy buggy."

"I don't want to go alone buggy buggy buggy... you don't want to be alone buggy..."

She was still a few yards off when the illuminated colors catch her eye, pulling out her short wand she muttered "lumos", hoping to see whatever it was that got spilt across the grounds. If it was paint- well that was just uncool, she was wearing her favorite tennis after all.