Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter- everything goes to J.k Rowling I am just a fan writing a fic.
"So- this is how it feels to be a failure… and be depressed"
The weather that day was extremely bad for a shopping trip in Diagon Alley. Everything was abysmal; rain, wind and the little matter of it being very cold. Some summer's day this turned out to be. It definitely did not help the small business types, someone who wasn't successful and someone who was trying to put their point across to the whole magical world but had no one paying attention to them, and this particular someone was Hermione Granger.
"Oh this is boring" It was apparently so boring that she had resolved to making a village out of the pencils on her stool. "I've been doing this for 2 years, and nobody has signed up! All the hard work I did in Hogwarts isn't even being paid off!!" She slammed down the pencils "And I thought Ron was going to become unsuccessful" stood up and started to pack up.
While taking down all the posters which spelt out 'S.P.E.W' and 'House elves have a right to!' thinking it couldn't get worse, it unfortunately did. The whole stool collapsed by a huge gust of wind sweeping by.
"THAT IS IT!" a huge group of Slovakian tourists turned around and stared at her for countless minutes until Hermione decided to apparate and leave the pile of rubble by the pavement.
Hermione arrived at her house finding Ginny banging her head on the kitchen table, surrounded by parchment and coloured quills. She lifted her head and started at Hermione, then fell off her chair and lay flat on her face- on the floor.
"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked
"I'm supposed to design a new dress robe, but none of my ideas are original!" Ginny decided to start doing this weird kind of groan (which strangely sounded like crookshanks) while lying down on the floor.
Ginny worked in Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions, and lately she hadn't been able to design anything worthwhile. "Oh, and you got an owl, over there by the sink, I decided to tell the bird to go because I didn't know when you'd be coming back". Hermione walked over to the sink, holding a cheese roll in one hand, and picked up the letter and opened it.
Dear Miss Granger,
I hope, since your leave from Hogwarts you have been alive and well. I have had news that Mr Potter and Mr Weasley are having tests for Aurors, quite exciting, don't you think?
I would like to ask you a question in which I know you will not answer quickly. At the end of last year, just before the summer holidays, our Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick, left. He got quite fond of our exchange teacher, which inevitably turned out to be a dwarf named Mayella Mullins, and decided to resign. This might not come of a shock to you, but you were an exceptionally wonderful student, and exceedingly intelligent in this particular subject. I would now like to ask you, would you care to take this offer of being Hogwarts' Charms teacher? I'm sure it would help a great deal in your elf campaign.
I do hope you answer me with good news.
Good day to you.
Then it was signed Dumbledore with Head master underneath.
Hermione lifted her head, looked at Ginny (who was still lying flat on her face on the floor) and slumped onto a chair and stared up at the ceiling, while a broad smile was happening across her face.
"I'm taking it!" whispered Hermione.
"Taking what? I told you- that last apple's mine!" Ginny sat up.
"No- the Job! I've had enough of S.P.E.W! If I'm going to get people to notice me, it would help if I has actually noticeable!" Hermione stood up and walked over to the door, and as she was about to turn the door knob she turned around and thanked Ginny for all her advice.
As Hermione was in the living room writing an answer to Dumbledore, she had left a bewildered Ginny sitting on the tiled floor.
"What did I exactly help her with?" Ginny asked out loud "Oh I feel like jumping out a window" she lay- yet again- flat on her face.
"That's the spirit dear!" Ginny looked up and found the mirror, in the far corner was talking to her.