Somebody should get a union person in there and enforce some safety regulations
I like to think about how Great Britain in the wizarding world is this backwater hellhole where people still play potentially deadly ball games and just keep giant spiders as pets and whatever while everywhere else is much more advanced and has left the Fuck Around phase hundreds of years behind
For all of her many faults as a writer and generally shitty bigot, Rowling pretty much describes Britain to perfection. Obsessed with archaic traditions, class elitism, white privilege and systemic racism, and proudly using positions of authority to enforce overwhelmingly blatant favouritism and cronyism. Oh. And quick to stamp on anyone who suggests there's something wrong with the status quo.
My personal mastodon instance, where I toot about whatever I find tootworthy. This instance's visual theme of trash and junk yards (you might have noticed the footer of the website, for example, which displays a junkyard) is inspired by the idea that "one person't trash is another person's treasure"; that people's ideas, thoughts and outcomes of hyperfixations can serve other people and inspire them, no matter how little they are, even if they didn't serve the one who had them in the first place. In a way, this instance is a garbage can of every thought I have and had and never used, as well as photos of things that never served beyond the moment (such as food) and things I do that don't serve anything (like having plants). If it's a thought or thing that I am weirdly proud of and it is mostly useless, it ends up here. Welcome to my junk yard! (There are also links to things I'm really proud of on my instance, though, as well as things that don't fit this categorization at all; it's not like everything consists of little things.)