Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter.. J.K Rowling does. Though I wish I did! though all the plot does, so enjoy!
It was late in the evening, when lily heard her mothers voice call to her,
"Lily, time for dinner," after a long silence her mother called again, "what are you doing up there anyways? "
She was now in Lily's room. "Mom, I am reading the newspaper, looking for a job." Bugged by the fact that my Mom was so nosy when it came to the other world in which I truly loved.
"Oh okay dear, but when your done come down to dinner," she looked hurt even sad that I hadn't shared anything with her about the "other world".
I would make it up to her later. As I scanned the headline on the front page I scoffed. " Madame Malkins and Mr. Ollivander? How long will they last?"
Really? Who wrote this crap? They must get paid a lot.
After skipping this article, and one that was five pages drabble about, "Which Quidditch star was hotter?" As I flicked through this article I saw a picture of James Potter, wearing that evil smirk that according to him could woo all the girls of Hogwarts, except her that is. I turned the page in disgust, finally after all those stupid articles of gossip and sensuality. I reached the job listings.
As I quickly glanced through some of them, I wrote a big X over them completely flustered. They had some of the stupidest jobs. There was one to be a tester for Zonko's joke shop, but quickly dismissed the idea. For who in their right mind would do that anyway. Then there was another one to be a waiter at the leaky cauldron, but I was never was good at talking to people anyways. Finally at the bottom I found one that said, " Need a young, hard working, and vivacious woman to keep up manor". This was going to be a piece of cake I thought. I just have to sit and dust some million-galleon house. I quickly wrote down the address, 521 High Street, North Yorkshire.
My stomach groaned loudly, trying to resist I couldn't handle it anymore. My stomach getting the better of me, I accepted defeat and went downstairs to dinner.
A/N: Sorry it's so short I promise I'll make the next one longer! Oh and I fixed it! Thanx for the advice! hint hint (islington bus no. 199)