Remus Lupin, Perfume Tester
Remus flipped through the slim booklet, scrutinizing the bright purple cursive that invited him to apply for a job. True, testing perfume wasn't his ideal career, but then, one could argue that he was an ideal candidate. He did, after all, have an excellent sense of smell. He could smell virtually anything, anywhere, on any person. It did get annoying after a while, especially since he wasn't too keen on brewing potions. If he had been, he could've had a work-from-home business making and sending potion as needed, never having to leave the house and risk people.
He unclenched his jaw and felt the steady twitching of his eye, reminding himself to breathe.
And at least the position was in the magical world – he really didn't know how he'd explain to Muggles being away for two or three days out of every month, especially around the full moon. Someone would surely notice after the third or fourth month.
Sighing, he picked up a quill and bottle of ink.
The usual spaces were easy to fill in, and he paused when it came to the significant information section. If he put his werewolf status down, they could reject him that much faster. If he didn't, they could at least give him a chance.
Then again, he'd kept it from the majority of Hogwarts when he'd taught Defence – if Severus hadn't kicked up a fuss, he could've got through the year with no-one other than Hermione Granger knowing.
What the hell, he decided.
Significant information: werewolf.
Information that might help us further: excellent sense of smell due to the small matter of being a werewolf. Able to differentiate between the most subtle scents and pick up on virtually anything. Unaffected by silver.
Satisfied, he set the quill down.
Three days later, he received an owl informing him that he was to report to work at eight A.M. the following Monday, as his wolf senses were a significant advantage.
Maybe he should see if they had any use for a man who had part-time use of dog senses.