Post by grey xavier slater on Jul 24, 2019 5:45:31 GMT -7
The small chuckle that escaped him when Addi called the older journalists ‘jerks’ was worth it. They really were, when it came down to it. Being afraid of an intern with aspirations made them look weak and scared of the potential he had. At least that was how he chose to view it. There had yet to be any form of formal hazing, like trying to break him down and give it to him (which had happened with the aurors), so there was a plus side to it. All of the journalists were stuck in their own little worlds, only worrying about their tiny microcosms and the articles they were working on. It was sort of sad when he thought about how vile they could be over their worthless puff pieces, as if everyone was out to steal their ideas and claim them as their own. Grey had better things to do, like watching Quidditch matches for research. It was hard to come up with new information in that field, since anything interesting that could happen was usually on the pitch and in front of thousands.
With their spells cast, they waited. And waited. And eventually it sort of felt like the room was warmer than it had been at the start. It was hard to tell since they were sending the air directly up towards the device. Grey wasn’t exactly sure to what degree of dry air they would need to reach, just that they needed to make it dry. After a few moments, the device started to spin, and instead of shooting a mist of water out into the air, it sprayed it. Addi let out a noise and he couldn’t help himself from laughing. “You could stick it in the garden and it’ll water the plants without having to worry. I think that’s a win no matter how you look at it.”