 Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up
Good. It would just be a quick meeting. Not that Reed minded being in the conference room with his colleagues at all. Some of them were cool, some of them were...Simon. The older man was definitely going through something personal and even Reed could sense the angst exuding out of him from a mile away. And Deesey was brilliant. Made A+ doughnuts. Where was she, anyway? He could use a doughnut with his cup of tea.
Reed kept to himself as he listened to everyone's suggestions. A community garden would be nice, though he didn't really know enough about plants and herbology since his Beauxbatons days. He chose not to comment on that, except for when Opal mentioned the manpower part of it. "I'm not against sponsoring one, boss man." But he wasn't for doing the actual work. Didn't they have enough on their plates just by being writers for the Prophet? He wasn't sure they had space for getting their hands dirty.
"Would these workshops be different from internships?" Reed didn't mind messing with interns, to be honest. He could use someone to fetch him his tea once in a while. "But I do hope there is an age limit for both the workshop and the youth writing contest." Because he wasn't going to handle anyone younger than fifteen, and even the age of fifteen was difficult. He just felt like being considerate there.
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