It was easy to assume that people wouldn't have gone to such trouble to keep this room a secret if the items in it could just be fixed with the simple flick of a wand. Sure, it looked like just another room filled with clocks, and for most of his life Blake would have taken it for just that...He'd been raised with muggles so in his mind what you see is what you got. Everything had changed though. He wasn't in the muggle world any more. He was in the magical world, and a room full of clocks wasn't likely what it seemed.

When the clock started wavering again Blake wasn't terribly surprised. It had been a good try on Addie's part...but these clocks were weaved with magic, more than one spell would be necessary to get it running properly again.

"Ironic name this room has. 'The Time Room' when there is little time being measured in here. Not in the usual sense at least." His gray eyes shifted to the chicken clock, then back to Hunter. He could see the discomfort on the man's face. Blake grinned in response, hoping to ease the man's discomfort. They could just figure out this department together.

Blake had heard of one such clock in the biography of Harry Potter...a clock that kept track of humans whereabouts. Perhaps they'd be making such things in here. Or repairing them...or just storing the more dangerous ones. A dangerous clock...what would your mother think? Blake thought in amusement.

"Well for me when one of my old teachers found out I was moving to England she told me this department was hiring. She's the one that suggested I apply for the job. The woman had been my Divination Professor at Salem Academy. She thought that this job was right down my alley. At the moment I just really want to understand everything in here." He confessed. There were so many clocks around the room...there was so much to learn.