Several people nodded their heads. I noticed out of the corner of my head a rather annoying pest. Rita Skeeter. Another person who would rather get readers instead of being a true journalist. Looking at her quill, I disassembled the enchantments as it was mid writing. It dropped from her notebook, hitting the ground with a small clink. She picked it up and tried to use it, but to no avail, it didn’t. A shame, truly. 