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Also, I can't find any reference to who is the head Healer at St Mungo's, so I'm creating my own for now. If you do happen to know who the head Healer is, please let me know and I'll change it.
Chapter 2: The Interview
Fred and George's flat was quite small, consisting of a living room/kitchen, Fred's bedroom, George's bedroom and the bathroom. There was a sofa and an armchair in the living room, with a small table and a lamp in the corner between them, and a few small cabinets were dotted around the room.
"And this," Fred said, walking over to a pale brown cabinet and opening the door, "belongs to you!" he grinned and Mia raised her eyebrows.
"You know, for any Healing stuff and ingredients for potions and stuff," George explained.
"Oh, right," she walked over to it.
"Yeah, I mean, I only wanted to give you the top shelf," Fred said, "but George insisted you get the whole cabinet." Mia rolled her eyes. "Anyway," he carried on, "make yourself at home, considering you now live here and are probably going to make my life a living hell."
"You can count on it," she winked and him and turned back to George.
"Well, George, you gunna show her the bedroom?" Fred asked, walking around her and falling into the armchair.
"Uh… oh, right… yeah," he nodded his head, indicating that she should follow him, and opened one of the doors. Mia went in after him and closed the door behind her.
"So… this is my bed-… I mean… our bedroom?" he said, looking at her. She smiled and looked around the room.
"Yeah, I guess it is…" they stood there in silence for a minute, a bit akward, and then suddenly, Mia started giggling. George looked at her for a second, then started to laugh as well.
"Oi, Mia!" Fred yelled, banging on the door.
"What?" she called back, still smirking.
"You got a letter," Fred opened the door and, holding a letter.
"Ooo!" she snatched the letter from his hands and flipped it over. Just as she'd hoped, there was a wax seal with a wand a bone crossed over. She slit it open and unfolded the parchment.
"What is it?" Fred asked.
"Shh!" she said sharply as she started to read.
Dear Miss Homing,
Upon receiving your letter, we are pleased to say that we have considered you for an interview. Please report to St Mungo's in two days time at ten o'clock am.
Hoping you are well,
Ava Tompkin,
Head Healer of St Mungo's Hospital of Magical Maladies and Injuries
"Yes!" she grinned.
"What is it?" Fred asked, impatiently.
"It's from St Mungo's," she replied.
"Why have you got a letter from St Mungo's?" Mia stared at him incredulously, then rolled her eyes.
"Well, I sent a letter to them the other day asking for a job, didn't I?"
"Did you?" again, Mia stared at him.
"Yes!"
"Oh… right…" again, Mia rolled her eyes.
"Oh my god…" she muttered under her breath.
That night, George was sitting on his bed and Mia was standing by the door, with her arms crossed. George looked up at her. "Well?" he asked. Her wide eyes flicked to him.
"Well, what?" she asked. The corner of his lips quirked upwards.
"You gunna fall asleep standing up?" Mia licked her lips and smiled, slightly nervously.
"Right… um…"
"C'mon," he said casually. She licked her lips again and started forward. Slowly, she sat down on the bed and slid her legs under the covers. He put his hand over hers and she lay down next to him. He wrapped his arm around her , pulling her closer, and she smiled. Slowly, she let her eyes close and she sighed.
"This is… odd," she whispered. George smiled.
"In a good or bad way?" he replied, just as quietly.
"Good…"
A couple days later, Mia stood in the middle of the living room. "So remind me again," she said to Fred and George, who were lounging on the sofa, "I tell the dummy why I'm there, it nods and then I walk through the glass."
"For the fiftieth time today, Mia, yes!" Fred said.
"Sorry," she sighed, "I'm just… worried," she licked her lips.
"About what?" Fred asked. She looked art him, shaking her head.
"I don't know." She checked her watch. "I guess I should go…"
"Good luck!" Fred grinned. Somehow, this made her feel worse.
"Even though you don't need it," George said. She nodded once before Disapparating
She appeared on a busy street, in front of a rather pathetic looking store with dusty windows and a sign saying 'Closed for Refurbishment' on the door. She looked up at one of the dummies and waited for a small boy and his father to pass before leaning towards the window. "Um… hi… I'm here for an interview…" she licked her lips and waited a second before the dummy nodded. She let out a breath and looked around quickly before stepping through the glass.
She looked around the large room. There were loads of people standing around or sitting on chairs. She passed one woman who was fretting over her neck, which looked green and scaly. A man had his hand clamped over his mouth. There was a couple trying to quieten a crying child, who had something pink and feathery attached to her arm. Two wizards dressed in green robes with a picture of a crossed wand and bone, walked past her. Healers. She watched them round and corner with wide eyes. She looked around, then walked up to a desk with a sign saying 'Enquires'.
She listened as a few people in front of her were sent to Spell Damage on the fourth floor. "And what's wrong with you?" the witch at the desk asked boredly.
"Um… I'm here to see Ava Tompkin… for an interview…" Mia replied. The woman looked up at her for a second.
"Yeah, you wanna go through there," she said, pointing to a shiny wooden door, "but knock before you open."
"Thanks."
"Uh-huh…" the woman said, before asking an old man, "what happened to you?"
Mia knocked on the door quickly and waited. "Yes?" a voice called. Licking her lips, she opened the door and entered the very neat, clean office. "You must be Miss Homing," the woman sitting behind a desk asked. She had a thin face with chin length, blonde hair that looked like it had been cut with the scissors following the edge of a ruler, and thin eyes.
"Yes," Mia replied, "and you're Mrs Ava Tompkin?"
"Miss Ava Tompkin," she corrected, "but yes. Sit down." She gestured careless to a chair in front of the desk and Mia slowly sat. Ava Tompkin started searching through a pile of parchment.
"Now, from what I understand you wish to apply for a job here?" she asked.
"Yes," Mia replied quickly. Ava whipped a piece of parchment from the middle of the stack and read through it.
"Yes, here it is. The letter you sent," she muttered, more to herself then to Mia, "you enclosed a copy of your NEWT results… four Es and an O in potions… impressive… yes… you're lucky, Miss Homing." Mia looked at her with a slightly confused expression.
"Lucky?" she asked.
"Yes," Ava replied, "we are so busy… if you had applied any other time, I'm sure it would've taken longer to employ you… but we're in such need of Healers, now." She continued to read through the letter, "It says here you wish to specialise in Creature Induced Injuries?"
"Yes." Mia replied.
"And how old are you?" Ava asked.
"Eighteen."
"And you left Hogwarts just last summer?"
"Yes."
"I see… well, I don't see anything wrong," Ava said, scanning through the letter once more and then regarding Mia. "Welcome to St Mungo's." Mia blinked.
"That's it?"
"Yes."
"Nothing else?"
"No." Mia continued blinking.
"Um… thanks?" she offered. Ava smiled slightly.
"As I said, we are in need of more Healers," she stood up, and Mia followed suit. "You will start next Monday at nine o'clock." She held her hand out and Mia shook it.
"Thank you, Miss Tompkin," she said.
"Pleasure," Ava replied, "I shall see you on Monday."
When Mia ran back up to the flat, Fred and George looked at her in surprise. "Well that was quick," Fred commented.
"I know."
"Did you get the job?" George. Mia beamed.
"I start next Monday!"
So… there we go… Mia has a job at St Mungo's… she's living with Fred and George… anything I missed?
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