Chapter 165: Quidditch
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"God..."
Regal puffed through his nostrils, folding his arms across his chest, and locked his gaze on the pre-vis monitor that had shown nothing different for three days.
"I am gonna go insane if this doesn't change soon."
He wasn't conversing with anyone, yet the atmosphere felt dense, almost as though it required a disturbance to lighten it.
Some crew members walked past, making an effort to appear as if they hadn't heard a thing.
He was gazing at a group of initial concept boards for Quidditch.
Still in pre-production.
And still, this was already causing him to have more of a headache than anything else they had dealt with so far.
They might have been several weeks, even months, away from actually filming the cursed thing.
Children on broomsticks, stunts done in midair, the physics of chasing a winged golden sphere, trying to catch it while also trying not to be hit by colossal cannonballs.
It seemed idiotic when one vocalized the sentiment.