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You've worked in the HR department of C&A for a couple years now. Same boring type or work one would expect from any other company. You handled some complaints from staff every now and then, but it was pretty boring.
That is until one day you accidentally set the printer on fire.
You were just making a fireball out of boredom, waiting for some reports to print, when you flicked your hand the wrong way and sent the seemingly harmless flame onto the printer. The printer quickly set fire, the flames almost hitting the ceiling of the little printer room.
Naturally, you panic
You didn’t even know how to handle the situation. Do you throw water over it? Would that break the printer even more? Magic water, maybe? Is anyone else seeing the situation? Too many variables, not enough time—or funds—to figure the situation out. Your brain was overflowing with possible outcomes. Should you let the flame be? It’s not like it’s harming anyone without magic. Except you, because you have magic. At this point, all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry because this was too overwhelming to process for you
Wait! You can’t just give up like this! You’re a grown up for crying out loud! You’ve handled way worse than this, and probably can handle even more! You thought. Except you can’t really. You barely got any sleep last night and were contemplating quitting your job. But you suddenly got a rush of self worth, so there’s really no stopping you from going into this whole situation again.
Just as you were about to test one or your theories (Maybe not the best idea to dump your glass of water all over it??), you hear a voice behind you
"Dwindle pindle, ditter potter. With this spell, I call for water”
Just as you were about to turn around to see who it was behind you, A giant burst of water cascaded down onto the printer, completely soaking it. You shot back to avoid the water and ended up tripping, landing on your tailbone a wee bit too harsh. Everything was soaked. The papers you were printing, the printer itself, the components inside. Soaking. Wet.
Long story short, the printer was completely ruined
You slowly turn around for comedic effect to see Grant from Development standing behind you, with his hands semi extended, being too shocked at the mess he made to realise that his arms were still in some weird spellcasting pose.
“I think-” He started. “I accidentally killed our printer”
“No kidding!!” You semi-shouted “LOOK AT THE MESS YOU MADE. LOOK AT THE PRINTER!! That was my favorite printer, too”
The printer itself made a sad little sound before shutting off completely. Still drenched in water.
"How in the world did you even summon that much water?” You questioned, feeling a mix of shock, amazement, and rage all in one. Very confusing feelings, I know
“It was just a spell I thought up two seconds ago,” Grant admitted. “Although,” He paused, looking around the room at the mess he made. “It may have been… a little too much?” He awkwardly shrugged
“You don’t say.” You state. “I never noticed that” You leaned more into a sarcastic tone.
You stand back up, looking at the mess for yourself. To say just your papers got wet would be a lie. Every piece of paper in a 2-foot-radius was sopping. You even got some on your clothes, too.
“Great. Just great.” You stand.
You thought at first just a little bit of water got you. Maybe a bit off after spray even. If it was afterspray from a waterfall, you’d be correct. You stuck out your arms a little, hoping to avoid getting your sleeves wet as well.
Grant had been by the printer for a while, you didn’t even notice him rush past you to attempt saving your beloved printer.
“Maybe if I did this..? No, that didn’t work…” he muttered, finagling the wires in hopes to do something
You stood behind him, tapping your foot with worry. You could already tell that there was no possible way of fixing the printer. One doesn’t really need to be a computer science major to say that. But still just maybe…
“Well?” you ask, “Can you save it?”
Grant stood up, rolling down his sleeves. “I don’t believe I can. I’m sorry” He looked away. He seemed discouraged
You couldn’t lie, you were a little taken aback from that. Why, though? You knew it wasn't going to make it. If Grant hadn’t’ve–
Grant. You grimaced. It’s his fault the printer is broken. He dumped that geyser's worth of water on it without even asking if I needed help. You look at him, now filled with rage
“You. Broke. My. Printer.” You could barely hold back your anger, your hate even.
“I said I was sorry! I most certainly didn’t mean for-”
“SORRY DOESN’T FIX PRINTERS, GRANT.” You were almost screaming, leaning forward with anger. Grant stepped back, trying to think of how to calm you down. But it was no use. Your mind was made up.
“This…” You glared, “This means war.”