"So Mr Malfoy, you wish to apply for a job here. I'm sorry the position has
been filled!"
"Sorry, you're not qualified."
"Malfoy, you said your name was? Sorry we've just occupied the job."
Turn-downs were all Draco was hearing these days. Shop owners and managers alike had rejected him for every job he had applied for. Upon realising how lonely it was at home with no one to talk to, Draco had gone to Diagon Alley and applied for a job in every single shop. He had even tried other Alley's such as Lucian Alley, which specialised in magical foods. Muggle food like potatoes and beef were not available but instead these shops sold edible wood and vegetables with magical properties. Certain shops even sold the more specialised foods such as gnomes for giants and Transfigu-Halt Potion to prevent werewolves changing. The other Alley that he had tried was Dimethicone Alley which was the more up-market version of Diagon Alley. However of the five Alley's available to ordinary witches and wizards (the ministry wizards could access a few more to get materials for their work) he refused to set foot in Knockturn and Stearic Alleys. They were too much of a reminder of the past. And even worse, if he met his father a reunion would be forced and everything Draco had worked to escape would disappear. However everything he had achieved so far seemed to be failing upon a basic test. Shop owners read his name from the application and instantly the 'position was filled.' Draco had thought that if his new friends knew the truth about his new self it would be ok, but apparently it wasn't. Apparently everyone needed to know. There was only one more place that Draco could think of. But that would mean confronting past ghosts and past enemies. And that would need all of the courage that Draco wasn't sure that he had.
"Sorry, you're not qualified."
"Malfoy, you said your name was? Sorry we've just occupied the job."
Turn-downs were all Draco was hearing these days. Shop owners and managers alike had rejected him for every job he had applied for. Upon realising how lonely it was at home with no one to talk to, Draco had gone to Diagon Alley and applied for a job in every single shop. He had even tried other Alley's such as Lucian Alley, which specialised in magical foods. Muggle food like potatoes and beef were not available but instead these shops sold edible wood and vegetables with magical properties. Certain shops even sold the more specialised foods such as gnomes for giants and Transfigu-Halt Potion to prevent werewolves changing. The other Alley that he had tried was Dimethicone Alley which was the more up-market version of Diagon Alley. However of the five Alley's available to ordinary witches and wizards (the ministry wizards could access a few more to get materials for their work) he refused to set foot in Knockturn and Stearic Alleys. They were too much of a reminder of the past. And even worse, if he met his father a reunion would be forced and everything Draco had worked to escape would disappear. However everything he had achieved so far seemed to be failing upon a basic test. Shop owners read his name from the application and instantly the 'position was filled.' Draco had thought that if his new friends knew the truth about his new self it would be ok, but apparently it wasn't. Apparently everyone needed to know. There was only one more place that Draco could think of. But that would mean confronting past ghosts and past enemies. And that would need all of the courage that Draco wasn't sure that he had.