(no subject)
What a clever little device.
At any rate, I suppose I ought to say something or other, but for the life of me I can't think of a thing. What do I look like, someone who needs to be published periodically to maintain their tenure?
I thought not.
One of my artists down at the parlor has been giving me absolute fits. Muggle-raised, so you know how that works. I cannot for the life of me persuade him to tightly seal the caps on the bottles of magic pigment, and yesterday when I came down from the castle after practice there were globs of the stuff lofting cheerfully around the waiting room, smearing themselves on the walls and accosting my clerk in a most inopportune fashion. I may have to sack the boy, which would be a loss to the art--but, then, having to buy a fresh set of pigments every four or five days is a loss to me.
At any rate, I suppose I ought to say something or other, but for the life of me I can't think of a thing. What do I look like, someone who needs to be published periodically to maintain their tenure?
I thought not.
One of my artists down at the parlor has been giving me absolute fits. Muggle-raised, so you know how that works. I cannot for the life of me persuade him to tightly seal the caps on the bottles of magic pigment, and yesterday when I came down from the castle after practice there were globs of the stuff lofting cheerfully around the waiting room, smearing themselves on the walls and accosting my clerk in a most inopportune fashion. I may have to sack the boy, which would be a loss to the art--but, then, having to buy a fresh set of pigments every four or five days is a loss to me.