"OH yes. If I'd not gotten a job in this department not knowing what was down here would have driven me nuts for years." Blake stated with a laugh. His sister always did tell him he was the nosiest person alive. Blake had always shrugged it off though. If an argument was supposed to be private, don't have it in the middle of the Safeway. There was always an excuse to stick your nose where it didn't belong.

"I'm certain I'll love it here." He agreed with a nod of his head. Professor Townsend did teach a subject that involved a lot of guessing, but how were you supposed to wrap your head around something this obscure if you couldn't open your mind to different possibilities. Blake was only good at Divination because he understood the rules, because he knew how it worked and was good at putting two and two together. He'd found a way to turn Divination into a science.

"So, what are we going to be doing? Keeping the clocks clean? Fixing them? Do we make time turners down here?" He babbled. Maybe they'd have to go through some training first for something like that...but this was the Department of Mysteries...it wasn't like everyone knew what went on down here. He was allowed to have a few questions.