We covered Exams last week, so now we'll stray beyond the world of Hogwarts and into Wizarding Careers!
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Points will be awarded as usual. I promise I'll judge those old ones ... soon.
We covered Exams last week, so now we'll stray beyond the world of Hogwarts and into Wizarding Careers!
Use the following form:
Points will be awarded as usual. I promise I'll judge those old ones ... soon.
Name: Sly Severus
Title: A Simple Dream
Name: Sly SeverusBellatrix Black sat alone in the Slytherin common room, flipping through the various leaflets that had been left regarding future careers. It was late, but this was the only chance she would have to read without prying eyes. If her friends saw her reading these they wouldn’t understand. She was a Black. She was not meant to work. She was meant to do nothing more than take the Mark and shoot out pureblood babies. No one saw her as good enough to do anything better.
She wanted the Mark. She knew it was her destiny. But sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if she could be more. She wanted to serve the Dark Lord, but did that mean she could have nothing else in her life, besides a snotty pureblood husband. Why couldn’t she have a career? She was smart enough. She had been at the top of her year for the last five years.
She was reading through a leaflet with a crossed bone-and-emblem symbol on it, the sign of St. Mungo’s. Healing had its appeal. It required intelligence, which she clearly demonstrated. It also required discipline, which she had in spades. And she knew it would increase her usefulness to the Dark Lord. Surely, he would appreciate having some around who could nurse his servants back to health after a battle.
She was still immersed in the leaflet when she heard footsteps on the dormitory stairs. She glanced up just in time to see Rodolphus Lestrange enter the room.
“What are you doing up?” he asked, plopping down beside her, as she hid the leaflets from view.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she told him.
He rested his hand on her leg. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” she told him. She could never confide her thoughts in Rodolphus Lestrange. He was polite enough, but she knew he thought women were good for nothing but keeping a clean house and raising children. He would never understand.
“It’s late,” he told her. “You should try to sleep.” He extended his hand. “Let me walk you back upstairs.”
She nodded and accepted his hand, but not before she slipped the leaflet into her robes. She was going to have future. She was sure of it.
Title: Not Another Black Housewife
Name: Sly SeverusAndromeda sat alone by the edge of the lake reading through the career leaflets that had been left in the Slytherin common room. With only the moonlight to aid her vision, he eyes felt strained. She would have preferred to lurk alone in the library but she had promised to meet Ted, away from prying eyes.
She always had to meet Ted away from prying eyes. No one would accept their relationship, least of all her elder sister, who happened to be graduating that year. Oh Bella, she should have been helping Andromeda ponder these leaflets; she should be the one Andromeda was confiding to about Ted. But her days of confiding in Bella came to a sharp end when she realized that she loved a Mudblood.
Engrossed in the leaflets, she didn’t even hear Ted when he arrived. He plopped down beside her and ran his fingers through her hair.
“You know, we are risking detention for being out here,” he reminded her. “You could at least pay attention to me. Why did you bring those leaflets out here anyway?”
“I’m meeting with Professor Slughorn tomorrow morning. I need to be able to tell him something. I don’t want to be another Black who ends up living off her husband. This is important, Ted.”
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “I don’t mind supporting you.”
“I don’t want you to,” she snapped. “I want to be someone on my own. It’s something that very few women in my family have ever done. I will not be another Black housewife.”
He smiled and pulled her close. “All right,” he told her. “You’ll be whatever you want to be, Andy. That’s what I’ve always admired about you. That’s what makes you stand out from your sisters. And no matter what you decide to be, I’ll be there cheering you on.”
She smiled at him and they spent the remainder to the evening flipping through the leaflets together.
Title: The Thoughts of a Princess
Sighing, Narcissa Black slid out of the Slytherin common room, unnoticed by her housemates. She was often unnoticed by her housemates. She really didn’t mind; in fact, she preferred it that way.
That night she had been driven from the common room because of the incipit whining about the fifth year’s upcoming career consultation with Professor Slughorn. She didn’t know what the big deal was. They would tell him what they wanted to do and he would tell if their marks were acceptable. The process hardly warranted hours and hours of conversation.
Of course, the process was less important to her than most. She would never work. It didn’t matter what she said to Professor Slughorn. She was a Black. She was well provided for on her own, but she was betrothed to a Malfoy. Money would never be a concern to her, and nor would the minuscule complaints of lesser people, like her classmates.
She was a Black, who would become a Malfoy. The last thing she needed to worry about was career consultations.
I had too many ideas, and I've landed up not liking any of them in the end! Oh well, Here goes...
Title: Top Floor
“Professor McGonagall will see you now, dear.”
Lily exhaled quickly, and giving James’s hand a squeeze she rose from her chair. Slowly she crossed the hall into McGonagall’s office where she sat reordering some pamphlets.
“Lily dear, take a seat,” the professor motioned towards the chair in front of her. “I’m very interested to know what you have been thinking of doing with your life after Hogwarts. You have so many doors open to you.”
Lily’s cheeks turned slightly red, “I was thinking of doing something for the ministry,” Lily’s face turned even redder as a smile formed on Minerva’s face.
‘Well we’ve never had a female minister yet,” Professor McGonagall laughed at Lily’s astonishment. “I gather not what you had in mind?”
Lily shook her head, a meek and embarrassed smile on her face. She mentally smacked herself for ever telling her professor her secret wish.
“Actually Lily, I’ve mentioned your talents to someone on the top floor, and they’re quite interested.” Minerva McGonagall had a genuine smile on her face as lily’s face glowed with ambition.
‘The – the top floor wants – me?” Lily couldn’t conceal the smile erupting on her face.
Thirty minutes later Lily strode out of the small office, right past James who had to run to keep up with her.
“Lily what –“
“I’m going to be an unspeakable,” whispered Lily.
Title: Tea with the Queen
“Ooo, I feel like I’m having tea with the Queen,”
“Close enough Mr. Black,” Professor McGonagall couldn’t help but smile at the lax boy lounging in front of her. “What positions have you been looking at?”
“Minister sounds nice, he has quite a large office,” Sirius took a piece of Honeyduke’s chocolate off the Professor’s desk and stuck it into his mouth.
“Sirius, when you leave this building the world may not take to your antics as well as we have. You need to get down to business,” the professor waved her wand and vanished the glass bowl full of chocolates.
Sirius let out a huff watching the bowl disappear, “You don’t think I’d make a good minister? I thought you were supposed to have faith in all our decisions.”
“In fact Mr. Black, I think you could give our world the laughter it needs in this time, but you’re going to need to want for more than the desk.”
Sirius stood from his seat and made his way to the door, “other minister’s will be trying to stick me in Azkaban from fear of the competition,” and with a smile he left the room.
“I hope he’s right,” Professor McGongall whispered shaking her head in her hands.
Title: First Time
“I’m going to be late!” he leapt out of his bed, staring at the clock that was flashing the time. Throwing off of his pyjama’s, he grabbed the faded green robes lying across an armchair, and stuffed his arms into the sleeves.
Running into the second room of his apartment, he poured some Magic-O’s into a bowl and started to stuff them into his mouth. His mind was running through the lines he was supposed to have memorized for the day, but couldn’t.
After trying to clean up he scribbled his practiced lines onto a small piece of paper and shoved them into his pocket at the sound of a horn coming from the street below.
“Goodbye Mum!” He ran down the stairs and looked at the large vehicle in front of him.
And Stan Shunpike got onto the Knight Bus for the very first time.
Title: A Warm Welcome
Here's another one I just finished.Tonks stepped into her fireplace, closed her eyes and said, "Ministry of Magic." She went spinning very fast. When she stopped spinning, Tonks opened her eyes. She looked around to make sure she was in the right place and then stepped out of the fireplace. As she walked to the lifts, several people waved. She waved back and kept on her way.
When Tonks finally got to the lifts she got on one and waited. She saw many people on the lifts on her way up. Arthur Weasley, who had gotten the same time as her and worked on the same floor, smiled at her and asked how she was doing.
When the lift finally came to Level Two, Tonks and Arthur got off. Tonks walked into the Auror Headquarters. She found her cubicle and walked in for the first time.
It was a nice little cubicle. There was a desk for her to one side and it had a couple of papers and a quill on it. There was a knock on her door. Tonks opened it and there was a black guy standing next to her door.
"Hi, I'm Kingsley Shacklebolt. I just wanted to welcome you to the Auror Headquarters." he held out his hand for her to shake..
I think I'm going to like it here, she thought.
Title: Following in her Footsteps
Ginny walked into St. Mungo’s. She caught up to Hermione who was on her way up to the Potion and Plant Poisoning ward.
“Hi, Hermione, how are you?” Ginny asked.
“I’m fine, just on my way to work. What about yourself?” Hermione said, smiling.
“I’m fine, just on my way to work, too.” Ginny answered.
They chatted for a until they got to the floor that Hermione needed to go to.
Ginny walked up one more floor. She was at the Spell Damage ward. Before she walked in she took at a look at the writing on the door before she walked in. She read:
Sandra Weasley ward: Hexes
Healer-In-Charge: Ginny Potter. Trainee Healer: David Malfoy.
Ginny smiled at the words. She was following in the footsteps of her Great, Great Grandmother, Sandra Weasley.
Title: Hot Off the Press
Luna gazed at the stack articles awaiting her most coveted stamp of approval. The prospect of another long night of work loomed dangerously in her subconscious. She didn't feel like reading more rubbish unworthy of her father's journalistic legacy. She had taken on the position at his request, as he was unable to run his tabloid due to old age. Luna's heart and soul went into every issue, hoping she could live up to her father's high expectations. She sighed as she began reading the first neatly printed paper. Her previously hopelessly bored eyes lit up as they slid across the page. "
"This is....good!" she whispered to the walls and windows. She turned it over and read the name and address stamped on the back. "Professor Neville Longbottom." She should have known only the Hogwarts herbology professor could write so keenly about the newest discoveries in the world of magical plants. She stamped it and set it aside.
"Surely this next article won't be as good as the previous," Luna said pessimistically, but she was proven wrong. The Dark Magic Chronicles could use this piece easily!" She cried, and eagerly read "Harry Potter, Head Auror" at the top of the stamp. After the ministry was completely revamped, Harry had given into his childhood desire and worked his way to the top of the field.
Any harbored pessimistic feelings dispersed, and Luna stamped Harry's article and tore into the next. It was entitled "Granger's Newest Best Seller Hits Shelves." Indeed, Hermione had written several volumes, the newest chronicaling her and her friend's adventurous life battling Voldemort. Luna did her part in alerting the world of the story, and stamped the article.
Luna decided to check the author on her next submittion first. "Ronald Weasley," she read. She quickly delved into the text, eager to find out what he'd done with his life. "The Ethics of Chess," Luna read the bold-faced title. "Interesting," Luna pondered as she scanned the rest of the page. "Boring content, brilliantly written," she muttered, "maybe all those assignments Hermione edited did him some good!" Luna dialed the Weasley's number to request an interview with a Mr. Weasley for "The Quibbler."
After hiring her newest employee, Luna sat back in her swivel chair. This edition would certainly do her dad proud.
Name:wendelin the wierd
Title: Shadow within the flames
Tom Riddle threw the papers in the fire. They meant nothing to him, not any more. He was a Riddle, no matter how much that name shamed him, he would continue carrying it with pride. Who were they to think that Tom Riddle could be broken and chained? Who were they to think that he could be enslaved under the name of employment? What did he care for the pittance they offered him? It certainly didn’t make a difference. Not to me, Not to anyone else. The flames in the fire couldn’t compare with the flames within him. He would have a future, and it would rise far above those faceless people with their so called ‘careers’. There is no good and evil, there is only power and those who are too weak to seek it…….
Name: wendelin the wierd
Title: The world goes grey
Word Count: 261
Tears began to fall freely. Silently at first, but then she stopped restraining herself and broke down into sobs which wracked her body and sent her into agony.
And she was washed down with memories, of another time, of another place.
Harry brushed away a strand of hair from her face. She was intensely concentrating on all the pamphlets around her. She knew that her destiny lay in one of them. She just needed to find the right one.
‘ Why don’t you become an Unspeakable? You are intelligent enough.’ He questioned gently.
‘It’s such a boring job. I would rather become a Healer, or an Auror like you. Who would be crazy enough to become an Unspeakable?’ she retorted without even looking at him.
He leant against the cool tree trunk. It was a perfect spot. The sun was just setting and they had found a place beside the lake. The rays of light shimmered across the water, passing into it’s transluscent depths.
And then she remembered the fateful night which had changed everything. She was running, running for her life and Harry had sacrificed himself to save her. She could still remember the jets of green light shooting past her and how he had shielded her from them, instead of shielding himself.
She was snapped out of her reverie by a soft hand on her shoulder. She wheeled around to look at the kind face of Professor McGonogall.
‘ Have you chosen your career yet, miss Weasley?’ McGonogall questioned softly.
‘Yes,’ she replied, smiling through her tears. ‘I want to be an Unspeakable.’
Title: One of the Elite
Words: 160, or thereabouts.
Name: Wand_Waver2006"Ms. Evans, are you sure you have chosen the right career?" asked Professor Jacques.
Lily nodded, her ponytail slapping her neck. "I'm very sure, Professor." She relaxed her hands, her knuckles returning to their normal colour. The strict Professor Xavier Jacques was a hard one to convince, but she had done it.
With a resigned sigh, Professor Jacques handed her a stack of pamphlets. "You'll be joining the few elite witches if you pass," he said, folding his hands on his desk. "You do know that? Not a lot of witches pass the test."
"You've only told me that a hundred times, sir," giggled Lily. "And who knows? The Ministry needs more female Aurors, anyways."
Professor Jacques chuckled. "Very well. Is there any other reason, though? One that everyone knows?"
Lily sighed. She had no privacy in this school. "If you mean about Voldemort, then yes, there is. I want him dead before someone else ends up dead because of him."
Title: A Promise
Warnings: A little bit of language (twice, actually) but otherwise, nothing.
Sirius Black toyed with the cookie in his hand. Professor McGonagall tapped the end of her quill on the table and sighed.
"Well, Mr. Black?" she said irritably. "Have you picked out a career?"
"I was thinking of playing for Puddlemere," Sirius answered.
"You won't get very far going that route," said the Professor.
"And why not?" Sirius crossed his arms and scowled, putting the cookie on the desk. Discussing careers was boring; he already knew what he wanted to be, and what classes he need to take. He didn't need to talk with Professor McGonagall about that!
Professor McGonagall didn't answer him, but instead said, "How about working in Gringotts? You always were good at Arithmacy."
"Too boring, and the goblins hate me," Sirius said moodily. And they truly did; one damned him to hell, and another stole his key--twice! He didn't know what he did wrong, either, which made it even worse.
"Why not be an Auror with Mr. Potter, then?"
"I don't want to copy him," he said simply. "And we promised each other that when we left Hogworts, we'd go separate paths, and someday meet up again and tell each other all that happened. I don't want to be anything but a Quidditch player, and he doesn't want to be anything but an Auror. I'll leave it at that and see what happens."
These are my two drabbles. I might edit back later with another one....
Name: honeydukes_10 (Andrea)
Title: Hermione's Job
“Granger, Hermione,” Professor McGonagall called.
Oh, no, that's me. Just remain calm, I told myself, everything will be just fine. Take a deep breath and keep your chin up.
I walked into Professor McGonagall's office, halfway expecting her to not do the Career Consultations with me.
“Hermione, nice to see you,” she started. “Obviously, with your good grades and such, you could go into any job you wanted. But, you don't want to be stuck with something you don't enjoy doing. Tell me, what are your interests?”
“Well, Professor, you know I enjoy reading. What jobs could I do that involve that?” I asked.
“Well, you could do anything at the Ministry. You don't like a whole lot of action, so not an Auror.”
“Yes, ma'am, there is no way in the world that I would want to that. That is a job for Ron or Harry.”
“I agree with you there. Those two boys get into everything.” she cleared her throat at this. “Anyways, the next job I am going to say doesn't have a lot to do with reading, but is different, none the less. Can you keep secrets well, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, I can,” I answered wonderingly.
“Well, maybe you should think about becoming an Unspeakable.”
“Of course! Thank you for your time, Professor,” and I walked out of her office wondering about this job.
Name: honeydukes_10 (Andrea)
Title: Ron and Lavender
“Ronald Weasley, come to the main desk please; Ronald Weasley, come to the main desk please. Thank you,” the secretary's voice rang magically enhanced through the office.
Fine, I'm coming. What do they want now? thought Ron. He walked down three sets of steps to the main desk.
“Yes, I'm Ronald Weasley and I was just called down here?”
“Oh, yes, Mr. Weasley, you have a visitor,” the secretary said, smiling hugely. “She is in the waiting room.”
She? Ron thought. What woman would be coming to visit him? He walked over to the Waiting Room and opened the door. There was only one person inside and it was...... Lavender Brown??
“Hello, Ron, dear. I was just passing by and I thought I would find you here. It is such a surprise that you are working at the Ministry. No one ever thought you would become the Chief of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.”
Ron and Lavender spent the next hour talking about how life was going and the job Lavender chose.
This is about careers...in a way...I think...
Title: I Want to Fly
“Daddy, will you buy me a broomstick?”
Five-year old Viktor held onto his father’s hand tightly, jumping up and down, an ecstatic grin on his face. Salesmen were dashing about, popping out from nowhere every few feet. The grass smelt fresh and the air was saturated with excitement. A clamour of voices surrounded them, and Viktor craned his neck, stretching as high as he could, trying to see and take in everything that was going on.
“Daddy, I want to go – when I grow up I want to go up there!”
He pointed at the highest box of the stadium, to the topmost goal hoops where dazzling lights sparkled in the distance.
“I want to fly in the air! I want to fly up high – really high!”
They climbed up the steps to their seats, taking in the sheer enormity of the crowd. There seemed to be a sense of ‘family’ here; everyone was cheering madly as the Bulgarian team flew onto the pitch. Everyone was whooping and yelling, all rooting for their country, their team. Everyone was together, happy, united.
Little Viktor gazed mesmerised at the tiny specks that flew like lightning round and round the pitch. High above them, he heard somebody announce their names, and though he didn’t really know who they were, he found himself yelling hoarsely, full of pride for his country.
He tried to imagine what it would be like to be up there, up so high, flying like a bird. He wanted to do that. Someday, he wanted to be out there, not just in the crowd, but in the team. He wanted to be the one that everyone supported and cheered for.
The match began; it was fast and furious and exciting. The chasers threw the big red ball so hard and so quickly that it all became a blur. Viktor moved his head left – right – up – down, following the progress of the ball.
Suddenly, Viktor saw one of the players stop in midair for a split second. The scarlet clad figure darted down like a bullet, in pursuit of his tiny golden quarry. The wind rushed through his hair, whipping his cold face with a hot rush of adrenaline.
The player hardly looked like he was flying; he fitted perfectly with his broom, flying with ease as if the two were one, like an eagle of the sky, flying in the open air with total freedom…
He wanted to do that. He wanted to be like that, to fly with such skill, such precision. One day, Viktor vowed that he would represent his country and fly for them as he had seen today. He vowed that one day he would be out here, in the same place, streaking like a bullet into the crowd, to a tumult of cheers, clad in scarlet robes with his name on the back. He knew that this was what he wanted to do.
“Daddy, I want to be like them…I want to fly.”
Title: His Dream
Warnings: Mention of Character Death at the end
“I want to be like Professor Dumbledore,” the young boy of eleven thought.
After his first meeting with him, that was all Remus could think about. Professor Dumbledore was extremely tall, taller Dad even. He had a long white beard that sparkled in the sun. He wore these moon shaped spectacles on his face, and his bright blue eyes were always twinkling. Remus wanted to be just like him.
He wanted to be a professor. He wanted to teach other boys and girls about magic. He wanted to someday become headmaster of Hogwarts. He wanted to be kind like Professor Dumbledore. Dumbledore let him into the school, even though no other man would have done so. He loved everything about the professor.
But he could never become a professor. No one would want to go to school with someone like him; that’s why he had to keep it a secret. If no one wanted him to go to school, then no one would want him to teach there. But he still wanted to be a professor just like Professor Dumbledore.
When he found out the news, that Professor Dumbledore had died, Remus Lupin collapsed onto a nearby chair and put his face in his hands. The man he had loved, the man he had admired was dead. Professor Dumbledore made his dreams come true. He let him, a poor werewolf, teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He loved his one year teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts; it had been his happiest year in a long time. He owed it all to Professor Dumbledore, the one person he looked up to.