One Furious Greenwell || Open
"No magic? This is insane. This is completely fucking insane. I did not sign up for this. Perfect for the job of a glorified street sweeper? Who does he think I am? All of us worked hard to get into this program, we didn't do it to be insulted and treated like our résumés are garbage."
"I... I guess I understand why using magic for the clean-up might be dangerous, but... why don't they have us disarming whatever magical residue is still around? You know what? I'll show them, I think I will find them some bloody evidence. There has to be something. ... Oh, and if you let any of this rant get back to my supervisor, I swear I'll skin you alive. I still intend on impressing him. This is going to be the fastest boring Muggle-style clean-up the world has ever seen."