Chapter 9

I tried to go to work today. Really I did. I even got as far as actually get dressed before I gave up. I never wanted to go back to that job. Therefore, I sit drinking coffee. My head is pounding and it occurs to me that I never asked who it was that found me. It must have been one of the order, but still it be nice to know who. Oh well it wont really affect me if it was Tonks or Dumbledore himself who rescued me. Sighing I pulled out the newspaper and opened to the help wanted section. I really did not feel like finding a job, but you need a job to get money, and money to buy food, and the food is needed for me to live. Moreover, I can only drink vodka if I am alive so therefore a job I must find. There was an ad for the twins joke shop. They needed people to test new products. The pay was tempting, but no. Hunting boggots? Interesting, but I prefer not to face my greatest fear everyday, thank you very much. A half hour later and I gave up. There was simply no job in the magic community. Then it hit me. Down the street was a muggle adoption shop for dogs. I liked dogs. As a five year old, I had begged for one. We of course could not afforded one. Well I could not have one then, but I can help find homes for some now. And with that, I grabbed one of my muggle outfits. It was a simple black shirt with blue jeans. A jacket completed the outfit and I turned to go.