Roman couldn't help the snort that escaped him. "Is she now? I didn't get the memo." He said with a slight roll of his eyes. "If they did stop. They might actually replace the wanker writing it. He's running it into the ground."
Yes, this was his day. Talking comics.
Johnson always just seemed so loud over the journals that part of him wouldn't be surprised if gruelling was the right word. "Hey, now, it's not Quidditch if it's not gruelling."