No kidding, Violet thought--that's why she had said the anchor should seem objective and honest; she doubted any of it was real, any more than the stories about Muggle aurors and hospitals were.

No more real than these cardboard televisions they were about to make in class were. And Violet was afraid Ivy was right--Professor Schmoe's television didn't look anything like the ones in the hotel rooms her father had took her to. Those were flat and thin, like a windowscreen, and they all had little control boxes you used to work them. So that's the kind of TV Violet was going to make. Try to make, that is--she had never been very good at art.