Chapter 6: The Next Day
(A Draco Malfoy Narrative)
When I was awaken the next morning there was an incredible sense that I had done something terribly wrong. There was tension so thick that you couldn't swing a wand through it.
I especially noticed it when I went for my breakfast. Rather than the normal redwood mushroom toast with soy butter there was a doughnut (a disgustingly fattening muddle food) and a cup of orange juice (another sickening muddle food.)
I didn't eat instead I called Hermione, as usual because it was 6, and she was definitely off, undoubtedly. I went and got dressed and then drove to the office in my Porsche.
All of my things for the day were strewn on my desk and then a letter with Hermione's letter head sat on the bottom. I read it over and over not believing what I was reading.
I stormed down the stairs and to her desk, "What is God's name is this?"
"Dumbledore called, he wants your advice on one of the school's legal aspects," she said not acknowledging what I had just said.
"I don't give a shit, what is this," I waved the note in her face so she knew exactly what I was talking about.
"It's a resignation letter, can't you tell?" She said that know-it-all.
"You can't just leave," I shouted, everyone in the office stopped and when I looked at them they all went back to their business. "Now why are you leaving, because by God you are the best secretary slash writer slash worker I know?"
"Because I can't take it any longer, now please, I need to do my job for the LAST two weeks of my job," she said getting back to the computer.
"Fine, leave I don't care, but YOU have to find ME a new assistant!" I stormed down the hall and up the stairs once again. Ugh. what to do with her, what do I do? She is so stubborn.
When I finished the day I went to the gym for an hour, rather than my usual half hour. But, while I was there I met a sweet young witch with limited intelligence and schooling. She was just my type a sweet little blonde who was dumber than a rock.
But, in all honesty why would someone want to quit such a good job? There are so many people who would die for such a job, for example, every other female witch in the universe.
When I got home "I'm A Wizard, Get Me out of Here," was on. Then, a special episode of "World's Funniest Muggles" was on. I didn't fall asleep until about 10:47 and then the next morning woke up at 5:15 AM.
"We have interviews at 9:20 AM, 10:45 AM, 12:00 PM, a lunch break, and then another interview at 2:30 PM," said Hermione as she woke me up and told me to do what I had to for myself.
(A Draco Malfoy Narrative)
When I was awaken the next morning there was an incredible sense that I had done something terribly wrong. There was tension so thick that you couldn't swing a wand through it.
I especially noticed it when I went for my breakfast. Rather than the normal redwood mushroom toast with soy butter there was a doughnut (a disgustingly fattening muddle food) and a cup of orange juice (another sickening muddle food.)
I didn't eat instead I called Hermione, as usual because it was 6, and she was definitely off, undoubtedly. I went and got dressed and then drove to the office in my Porsche.
All of my things for the day were strewn on my desk and then a letter with Hermione's letter head sat on the bottom. I read it over and over not believing what I was reading.
I stormed down the stairs and to her desk, "What is God's name is this?"
"Dumbledore called, he wants your advice on one of the school's legal aspects," she said not acknowledging what I had just said.
"I don't give a shit, what is this," I waved the note in her face so she knew exactly what I was talking about.
"It's a resignation letter, can't you tell?" She said that know-it-all.
"You can't just leave," I shouted, everyone in the office stopped and when I looked at them they all went back to their business. "Now why are you leaving, because by God you are the best secretary slash writer slash worker I know?"
"Because I can't take it any longer, now please, I need to do my job for the LAST two weeks of my job," she said getting back to the computer.
"Fine, leave I don't care, but YOU have to find ME a new assistant!" I stormed down the hall and up the stairs once again. Ugh. what to do with her, what do I do? She is so stubborn.
When I finished the day I went to the gym for an hour, rather than my usual half hour. But, while I was there I met a sweet young witch with limited intelligence and schooling. She was just my type a sweet little blonde who was dumber than a rock.
But, in all honesty why would someone want to quit such a good job? There are so many people who would die for such a job, for example, every other female witch in the universe.
When I got home "I'm A Wizard, Get Me out of Here," was on. Then, a special episode of "World's Funniest Muggles" was on. I didn't fall asleep until about 10:47 and then the next morning woke up at 5:15 AM.
"We have interviews at 9:20 AM, 10:45 AM, 12:00 PM, a lunch break, and then another interview at 2:30 PM," said Hermione as she woke me up and told me to do what I had to for myself.