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Yikes.
You know, if he had a sickle for every time his mouth turned the shape of his foot he may not have to be pigeon holed down the path of becoming a quidditch player.
But anyway...aNyWaY...
Josh found himself looking over at Olivia with nothing short of an apologetic glaze to his eyes because he could tell that he had touched a nerve. Or hit it with a beater's bat. He wasn't quite sure but his statement had meant to be something productive and positive, in his mind at least...execution almost always left much to be desired. But the look was short-lived as Thing 1 started shouting at him about how he ruined things. And...Professor Schmoe was...not going to acknowledge that? Cool...cool cool cool cool ... fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. But before he could return her frustrations with some of his own dry commentary on how he was not out to ruin her life because he was entirely too busy ruining his own and she was just catching some by product, she went on to stir the pot with Idiot pollution. "That's not even a real thing," he grumbled to himself as he idly drew some music notes in the margin of his parchment, outlining a verse to a song he had had in his head for a while now.
Moving on though...well, his quill was moving on at least, finishing up the verse he was writing and scratching out a few notes that he changed his mind on when he hummed them under his breath to himself. It wasn't that he wasn't an environmentalist or that he didn't care about the topic of saving the planet and reducing waste...he just...didn't have much to say on the topic. And a lot of what he was half hearing seemed to be bits of magic that would just expose the wizarding world somehow among other thoughts swirling around in his head.
Also, so many of these suggestions were just...way over his head. Electric cars, what?
"Whatever we do...it should be things that ... educate and are also things those without magical ability can do, yeah?" He was half thinking aloud here despite raising his hand. "Like...a Vanishing Spell would just be covering up the problem, in a way. So...organizing events for us to work along side no-maj, a litter walk. Everyone walking together in a certain area and picking up whatever trash they see and then deposing of it appropriately."
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