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The person walking out of the office building surprises Scorpius. Her red hair is a mess, she's missing a shoe, her clothes are ripped, and she has a hissing cat under one arm.
"Are you going to apply for the assistant job?" she asks him, pointing towards the office building. From the horrified look on her face, Scorpius half-expects thunder and lightning to appear around the top. Nothing happens.
"Yes," he says, looking back at her warily.
"Run. Run far away," she warns. "Get away while you still can."
"Why?" Scorpius asks, squinting at her in confusion.
She takes a deep breath. "You don't want to know."
Scorpius stares at her as she runs away, stumbling from her lack of a foot. He then looks back at the office building. There's still no lightning, and Scorpius is still broke, so he walks in, despite the girl's warning.
"Hello?" a little old lady says at the front desk. Scorpius walks up to her and gives her a smile.
"I'm here for the assistant job for Mr Potter," he says, still smiling. First impressions are everything.
"Yes, one second." The lady picks up the landline besides her and dials a number. "Yes, hello? Mr Potter? Mr Potter, I have someone here for the assistant job. Yes. Yes, he is. Of course. Okay." She hangs up the phone, leaving Scorpius wondering what the other person was saying. "He wants you to go back to his office," she says, pointing to a door behind Scorpius.
"Thank you," Scorpius says, turning around and knocking on the door. He knows that he was told to go in, but he ought to knock, just in case.
"Enter," a voice says. Scorpius enters and can only see the back of a swivel chair. "Close the door behind you," the same voice says. Scorpius does, and the chair spins around, revealing a man about Scorpius' age, with messy black hair and startling green eyes.
"Hi, I'm Scorpius Malfoy," Scorpius says, reaching into his bag to pull out his resume.
"That's great. You're hired."
Scorpius falters—he had prepared so much for a proper interview. He wasn't ready to just be hired. "What?"
"You're hired," he repeats. "I need a new assistant, and you're here. My last one didn't work out very well," he says, a dark flash going over his eyes.
"Great," Scorpius says, putting his resume away. "What should I do first?"
…
Scorpius is ready to fall apart by the time he stumbles home.
He hasn't even had a full day yet, and already Mr Potter has made him do so many tiring tasks—he had to run around the office three times, just so he'd 'be in proper shape'.
Scorpius has never worked in an office before, but maybe not all of them are like that. Maybe that girl was right—he should've gotten away while he still could.
Even with the weird tasks, like grooming and counting the hairs of Mr Potter's pet cat, Scorpius is getting good pay. And Mr Potter isn't that bad-looking, either.
Maybe Scorpius could get him to be friendlier and less harsh. That'd be nice…