Kent looked back and stopped to watch the copier's dying throes. He couldn't help but smile and quickly pressed his lips together to keep from laughing out loud. Poetic justice in action. If this didn't prove his point that order, when it came to magic specifically, was better than chaos, then someone just wasn't listening.
"There goes another one," he sighed as though it was a normal everyday activity around The Oracle to see a copier die. Sifting through his papers to make sure they were all there - he didn't want to walk all the way to the library to use their copier at this hour - Kent put them into his binder and snapped it shut. He was still smiling when he turned with his things packed and bag on his shoulder to head to the door. "I'll send for someone to fix it in the morning."