They all know me. They adore me, even. They look forward to my visits. But not a single one of them knows my name or cares to learn it.
That's a bit melodramatic, isn't it? But really, what can you expect after riding a train with teenagers for nearly seven hours? It's just a fragment of my cacophony of careers-that-aren't.
Sometimes, I work as a barmaid at the Leaky Cauldron.
Other days, I serve ice cream at Florean Fortescue's.
Early mornings, before I have other duties for the day, I help perfect sewing charms and such in Madam Malkin's.
One summer, I inventoried all of Flourish and Blotts. It was the summer after they lost several hundred copies of the Invisible Book of Invisibility (for the second time), and they were still a bit flustered from the repeat of that old incident.
Four days a year, I push the sweets trolley on the Hogwarts Express: the beginning of term; immediately before and after Christmas break, for those students who choose to head home; and at the start of summer.
It's a pathetic life for a witch, I'll admit, but it's my life. I wouldn't have it any other way.
It's quite short, and I really should be working on other things, but this idea has been in my head for a while now. What do you think? I'll continue IF AND ONLY IF people want to read it.