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3 Years before May 2nd. May 5th 1998. Riley talks to McGonagall about her Career Choices, and ends up making Umbridge faint.
Career Advice
All fifth years will be required to attend a short meeting with their Head of House during the first week of the Summer term, in which they will be given the opportunity to discuss their future careers. Times of individual appointments are listed below.
Riley scanned the list and saw her appointment was the last, right after dinner, appointment on the next Friday. She then turned and flopped on the couch almost head-butting Hermione's thigh while doing so. "Great, another hour of my life trying to explain to some simpleton that I have NO aspirations other than getting Percy into my bed and bonded to me for life."
Ron seemingly chocked on his own spit.
"Riley! This is important! What are you going to do for a living? How will you make money? How will you explain to your children that not everyone can lounge about for their lives?!"
"In order. Tying Percy to a bed and having my kinky lust filled way with him. Richest person in school, don't need to work. And a healthy dose of terror and fear." Riley sighed stretching a bit before looking up at her. "I really don't have any real goals in life."
"There must be something you would like to do." Hermione said looking down at the pamphlets in her hands.
Riley silently held her hand out for them, and Hermione gave them to her, allowing her to peruse them for a few seconds.
"I'd be a horrible Healer. You're not dying; it's a little scrape, as the patient is bleeding to death." Riley said looking at the Healer leaflet. "I hate having to do anything that requires Charisma." She said throwing the Muggle Relations pamphlet away.
"I'd love to be a Curse-Breaker, it's almost like an Archeologist, and I love me a tomb." Riley sighed as she threw that one away as well. "But I hate math, and banking is not my style." Then without even looking them over she threw several Ministry leaflets away. "And I hate the Government."
She sighed "I guess I'm going to have to live with Percy supporting me for the rest of my life, not a bad deal in fact, so stop mumbling, I'm trying to nap." She said poking Hermione in the thigh, who simply sighed in dismissal; she knew a lost cause when she saw one.
Friday McGonagall's office.
Riley filed into McGonagall's office after a healthy dinner of nothing more than a cup of Ramen, gratefully provided by her favorite elf Dobby. "Minnie, I'm home!" She sing-songed and winked at the glare she received from her Transfiguration Professor. Without sparing a glance to Umbridge who was sitting in the corner her clipboard close to her face as she scribbled notes, possibly threating to arrest her again, she snorted at this thought as she sat down, the woman was clearly insane and none of her evidence could hold in a court, she'd be free, a few hours of her life taken, but she would defiantly not be arrested. "So Minerva, what am I doing here?" she asked professionally as a fifteen year old could.
"We are going to go over any career ideas you might have, and help decide on which one you will pursue in sixth and seventh years. Have you given any thought about what you would like to do after Hogwarts?" McGonagall asked.
"Tie Percy to a bed and have my kinky lust filled way with him." She said bluntly secretly taking amusement in Umbridge's gagging sound.
"I see?" McGonagall said a bit hesitantly. "Any other normal career choices?"
"Concurring Oz with my Evil Flying Monkeys? Having my Fell Beast ridden Nazgul Ring Wraiths destroy Middle Earth? Having my Warg riding Orcs capture the One Ring and Rule Arda from Mordor?" she ticked off.
McGonagall just gave her a look. "Miss Harkness, please be serious."
"Okay then," Riley sighed "I really have no aspirations for the future Minerva. I don't want to be a healer, politician, or teacher, I hate hospitals because they smell of death, I'd end up offing a student who smart mouthed me, and I just plain hate the government." She crossed her arms. "All I want in life is Percy. Why can't anyone get that, I don't want a job, I don't need a job, and I don't have to have one. I'm perfectly fine with the fact that I will most likely be sitting around at home traumatizing my children all day, every day. If I'm happy, what should it matter that I have a job?" she asked.
McGonagall sighed. "It shouldn't, but Miss Harkness; this is your career advice session. My job here is to help you decide a career." Riley blinked.
"Then give me some ideas."
"Unspeakable or Wandmaker?"
"Not the patience to work neither with idiots nor for the decades it takes to be a wandmaker."
"You would do well as a Potioneer."
"Already do that, it's a hobby, not a career. I'd hate to spend every day in front of a cauldron for idiots who won't appreciate my craft."
McGonagall leaned back closing her eyes for a few seconds, as if to think. "You enjoy languages do you not?"
"Yes…"
"What about an interpreter? Or Translator."
"Not my cup of tea."
"Historian?"
Riley laughed. "Nobody would believe my side of events."
"Why not?"
She gave her a look. "If the Weasley's wouldn't believe me about their father, why would everyone else believe me, even if it's the truth? It's kind of like Umbridge back there. She knows Voldemorts back, you know, I know, but she's pretending to not know so that everyone who lives and breathes Ministry of Magic believes her."
"I don't know-" Umbridge started before Riley turned around and snapped at her.
"Listen Umbitch, I wasn't talking to you, so follow your stupid little Regulation that states you're not allowed to talk about anything other defense and let me talk to MY Head of House about MY career." She then turned around when Umbridge flushed red and started scribbling on her clipboard.
"No Historian, I don't like it at all."
"What about Alchemy?"
"Alchemy sucks; it's just another version of Potions." Riley sighed. "I really have no aspirations for life. Can't we just say my career is to be a house-husband and mother?"
"Husband?" McGonagall asked seemingly intrigued.
"You have not seen Percy and I… he's the wife, I'm the husband." She stood up. "If there's anything else?"
McGonagall shook her head. "Have a good night."
"You too Minnie. See you for detention tomorrow Umbitch!" Riley cackled and left.
