Marianne Took held her sobbing mother close, patting her back. She tried not to roll her eyes while her shirt was getting drenched. To her side her father was trying to muffle his sobs into his handkerchief. Her younger brother stood close by, arms respectfully folded behind and holding a somber expression on his face

No, don't worry this isn't a drama, although there will be plenty of drama and excitement later on, but the heroine of this story, that is Marianne, is essentially a positive person. It was hard to keep her down, because she wasn't an emotional creature. She didn't think with her ovaries, but instead liked cool, hard facts. And the fact now was that she was going off to her new job. She graduated from Beauxbaton two years ago, worked as part of security at Gringgots, before leaving her job six months ago. It was honestly not worth getting sexually harassed by goblins. She didn't know whether to be offended or flattered because goblins usually went for veelas. But that wasn't the real reason for leaving. The real reason was a mixture of depression, aimlessness and finally-having a boyfriend, who was a handsome charm breaker at Gringgots, cheat on you several times.

So she quit her job, lied to her parents that she was fired and had been living like a bum with her parents ever since. Her parents' sympathy lasted for a week though, and she had been trying to get a job, any job, for the past few months, but couldn't manage to get any. Even the job as a security at the ministry was denied! All she had to do was check in people's wands-a monkey could do that work, but she was still informed that she was too 'inexperienced'. She in return sent back a letter informing them that she would write to the Daily Prophet about the 'Hogwarts clique' that the ministry had made, and that if they were biased against her because they thought she was French, well for their information her ancestors were hundred percent British. Of course, they ignored it and her anger gave way to laziness and she didn't write anything to the Daily Prophet, although she was tempted to write to the Quibbler.

But one day, in a stroke of brilliance, she applied to Hogwarts for the position of defense against the dark arts teacher. She was much too under qualified for the position-she knew that, but she also knew the rumors about how no one lasted in that position for more than a year and that Albus Dumbledore was desperate to find a teacher. So she applied and, hilariously, she got the job.

Her mother continued to sob harder, and surprisingly she felt a little sad too. Her previous job was at day time only and now she was going away to live in Hogwarts, it would be a while before she could enjoy a nice dinner with her family again. And with her fourteen year old brother going to Beauxbaton in a few days, her parents would be all alone, left to manage their Lovemaking and romance Potions Company.

But she pulled herself together; she knew her parents would have a more fun time without them and definitely more freedom. Besides she wouldn't forget so easily the sullen mutterings and heavy hints to get a job that she was getting the last six months.

Finally her mother let go of her, and she hugged her father again. She turned to her brother Rafael and they hugged each other.

"Promise you'll write to me each week, okay?" she said, looking into his innocent face. She adored him, and he would always be her baby brother. He was a gorgeous boy, with baby blue eyes and blonde curls, and looked like a poster boy for white supremists, but his inside was a heart of pure gold. "And tell me if anyone's giving you a hard time okay, don't just keep it in." she squeezed him harder as he nodded obediently.

"I think Hogwarts students are the luckiest to have you as a teacher" he said smiling. Oh boy, she thought, one of these days he's going to get a shock when he finds out his older sister isn't such a big deal. Maybe she shouldn't have exaggerated her work to him. Or told him that she was on a personal basis with the minister of magic. She did just serve him a cup of tea only, and not advise him on how to run the affairs.

"Yes, well, not too lucky. I'm going to be strict with them!" she said lightly. "First thing I'm going to do is reinstate physical punishments. I think I'll have a word with Dumbledore once I settle in"

"He would listen to you?" he said wide eyed.

"He might" she said noncommittally

He gave her his dazzling smile and they hugged a last time.

Her floo appointment was in two minutes. She took a last look at herself in the hall mirror. Chestnut brown hair was swept up in a loose bun, and she wore plum robes with a faux fur stole on top. Underneath she opted for classic black pants and shirt, and wore it with her black leather boots, that were her pride and joy. Her face was not so puffy anymore; she spent the week detoxing after gaining weight the past unemployed months, and it was now looking fresh with clear, wide, dark blue eyes. She thought she looked great. Maybe too great, she thought worryingly, Hogwarts had a very scholarly feeling to it. But there wasn't any time left to change her outfit, her floo was now.

She stepped in the fireplace and with last farewell cries from both side, dropped the floo powder and got transported.

A dizzying moment later she stepped out into professor McGonagall's office.