***SUMMARY: Ron's life is in the pits so he takes his best friends advice
and applies for a job, little does he know that this job will change him
and all the people around him.***
Ron Weasley sat in his London apartment, thinking about today's events.
Firstly, he had broken up with his girlfriend of 4 months. It was her idea. Maybe he was born without the part of the brain to compute relationships.
Then, he had been told that he had half an hour to vacate his office, he had been fired from his job as an accountant for St Mungo's.
Why did his life suck so much?
Harry was coming over tonight, they were planning to go to a pub and get drunk, maybe forget all of Ron's problems, if that was even possible.
~!@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@!~
Harry and Ron walked down Diagon Alley, it was the day after their big night out and Ron still remembered his problems, in even more detail than before.
They stumbled upon a news agency and went inside, to see if 'The Quidditch Weekly' was in store yet.
Ron saw an ad for a 'home life' section in a newspaper.
"Hey Ron, check this out," Harry said and picked up the ad Ron had been staring at "We are looking for someone to share their daily home life with us, if you're interested bla bla bla" Harry read the add as Ron looked at it more closely.
"I think I'll take that" He said, after all, any job was better than no job at all.
~!@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@!~
When Ron got home he dialled the number on the flyer.
"Hello, Daily Prophet" The recieptionist said
"Hi, I'm replying to an ad you put out for a 'home life' writer" He said
"Ok, I'll just need to ask you a few questions" She said in a very perky way.
"How old are you? What school did you go to? And your name please"
"I'm 21, I went to Hogwarts and my name is Ron Weasley" He finished
"Ok, well if you could come in tomorrow I think that'll be fine, you just need a breefing of whats going to be happening" She said
"Ok, thanks a bunch, I'll see you tomorrow"
"Thanks, bye"
~!@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@!~
Ron woke up in the morning with a sore stomach, probably from nerves.
He had a shower, shaved and did all those other things you do before you go out.
When he arrived at the daily prophet he walked up to the front desk.
"Hi, I'm here for a breefing for a new job" He said
"Oh, Ron Weasley, yes?" She asked him
"That's me" He said with a smile
"Ok, you're up in room 13 on level 5 for your meeting, thanks, hope to see you soon" She said and continued working.
Ron took the elevator up to room 13.
Inside there were about 3 other people.
"Ron, is it?" A strangely fimilar woman asked
"Yes" He said and took a seat in front of the three executives
"I'm Lavander Finnigan" She said
"Did I go to Hogwarts with you?" He asked her
"Ron, oh my god, it is you!" She said and gave him a big hug
"So, you're my boss?" He asked
"Looks that way" She said as she sat back in her chair.
"Well, your job mainly involves writing about your home life, you will have people writing in asking for advice with family problems and such," She said as she took out a contract "This is a 6 month contract, we'll re- instate you when it runs out" She said and shoved a pen and the contract in his face, he signed and said his goodbyes, but not without making a dinner appointment.
"Lav, do you wanna meet for dinner sometime, catch up?" He offered
"Yeah, umm, you busy tonight?" She asked
"6 sound ok?"
"Yep, seeya tonight" They both said and Ron left the room.
~*~Please review, I have changed the original version a lot, but it still turns out the same~*~
Ron Weasley sat in his London apartment, thinking about today's events.
Firstly, he had broken up with his girlfriend of 4 months. It was her idea. Maybe he was born without the part of the brain to compute relationships.
Then, he had been told that he had half an hour to vacate his office, he had been fired from his job as an accountant for St Mungo's.
Why did his life suck so much?
Harry was coming over tonight, they were planning to go to a pub and get drunk, maybe forget all of Ron's problems, if that was even possible.
~!@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@!~
Harry and Ron walked down Diagon Alley, it was the day after their big night out and Ron still remembered his problems, in even more detail than before.
They stumbled upon a news agency and went inside, to see if 'The Quidditch Weekly' was in store yet.
Ron saw an ad for a 'home life' section in a newspaper.
"Hey Ron, check this out," Harry said and picked up the ad Ron had been staring at "We are looking for someone to share their daily home life with us, if you're interested bla bla bla" Harry read the add as Ron looked at it more closely.
"I think I'll take that" He said, after all, any job was better than no job at all.
~!@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@!~
When Ron got home he dialled the number on the flyer.
"Hello, Daily Prophet" The recieptionist said
"Hi, I'm replying to an ad you put out for a 'home life' writer" He said
"Ok, I'll just need to ask you a few questions" She said in a very perky way.
"How old are you? What school did you go to? And your name please"
"I'm 21, I went to Hogwarts and my name is Ron Weasley" He finished
"Ok, well if you could come in tomorrow I think that'll be fine, you just need a breefing of whats going to be happening" She said
"Ok, thanks a bunch, I'll see you tomorrow"
"Thanks, bye"
~!@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@!~
Ron woke up in the morning with a sore stomach, probably from nerves.
He had a shower, shaved and did all those other things you do before you go out.
When he arrived at the daily prophet he walked up to the front desk.
"Hi, I'm here for a breefing for a new job" He said
"Oh, Ron Weasley, yes?" She asked him
"That's me" He said with a smile
"Ok, you're up in room 13 on level 5 for your meeting, thanks, hope to see you soon" She said and continued working.
Ron took the elevator up to room 13.
Inside there were about 3 other people.
"Ron, is it?" A strangely fimilar woman asked
"Yes" He said and took a seat in front of the three executives
"I'm Lavander Finnigan" She said
"Did I go to Hogwarts with you?" He asked her
"Ron, oh my god, it is you!" She said and gave him a big hug
"So, you're my boss?" He asked
"Looks that way" She said as she sat back in her chair.
"Well, your job mainly involves writing about your home life, you will have people writing in asking for advice with family problems and such," She said as she took out a contract "This is a 6 month contract, we'll re- instate you when it runs out" She said and shoved a pen and the contract in his face, he signed and said his goodbyes, but not without making a dinner appointment.
"Lav, do you wanna meet for dinner sometime, catch up?" He offered
"Yeah, umm, you busy tonight?" She asked
"6 sound ok?"
"Yep, seeya tonight" They both said and Ron left the room.
~*~Please review, I have changed the original version a lot, but it still turns out the same~*~