Hey,
I just realized I made a mistake. Bold and italics don't show up! So, from now on, *stars* are lyrics and [brackets] are thoughts.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the song Perfect. Duh.
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[Job interviews. I'm really excited, but also nervous. Extremely nervous. OK, I think more nervous than excited. But I know they will have interviews for what I want.but what if I get a job? Father would never let me be a healer. No matter what.]
"Draco Malfoy. You're next," the secretary said. Hogwarts was interviewing 7th years for their jobs once they leave the school. Official workers were doing the actual interviewing.
[Deep breaths. I will survive. I'll tell them I want to be a healer. I probably won't get the job anyway. Then I can tell father they didn't have interviews to be Minister of Magic. So what if I'm stuck doing boring work and not living out my lifelong dream? At least Father will be happy.]
"Now. What do you want to get an interview for?" the secretary asked him.
Draco paused. "Um." he thought while the secretary looked at his NEWT grades. "A healer," he finally said after probably 5 long minutes.
"Well, with these grades, you certainly can," the secretary told him. "Follow me."
He follwed her down a long, dark, hallway he didn't know exsisted. The trip was silent and almost spooky, because the hall was so dark and the silence was eerie.
Finally, they reached a small door. The door only had to be 5 feet tall. Draco ducked as the secretary led him through. Then she walked back down the hallway, leaving him alone.
"So kid, ya wanna be a healer, don't ya?" A rough voice came out of no where.
"Yes sir," Draco said quietly. He was shaking.
"Well, then you've come to the right place," the man said in a friendly voice.
Draco looked around. The brightly lit place was filled with cauldrons, beds, students, and real healers. Draco couldn't stop looking around.
[This is the kind of work I want. A bright, cheery, place, filled with wizards and magic. This is heaven! Except for Father.]
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Well what do you think! Please review, I feel lonely. ( Yes, it will get better
Ta-ta,
SillyGurl123
I just realized I made a mistake. Bold and italics don't show up! So, from now on, *stars* are lyrics and [brackets] are thoughts.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the song Perfect. Duh.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
[Job interviews. I'm really excited, but also nervous. Extremely nervous. OK, I think more nervous than excited. But I know they will have interviews for what I want.but what if I get a job? Father would never let me be a healer. No matter what.]
"Draco Malfoy. You're next," the secretary said. Hogwarts was interviewing 7th years for their jobs once they leave the school. Official workers were doing the actual interviewing.
[Deep breaths. I will survive. I'll tell them I want to be a healer. I probably won't get the job anyway. Then I can tell father they didn't have interviews to be Minister of Magic. So what if I'm stuck doing boring work and not living out my lifelong dream? At least Father will be happy.]
"Now. What do you want to get an interview for?" the secretary asked him.
Draco paused. "Um." he thought while the secretary looked at his NEWT grades. "A healer," he finally said after probably 5 long minutes.
"Well, with these grades, you certainly can," the secretary told him. "Follow me."
He follwed her down a long, dark, hallway he didn't know exsisted. The trip was silent and almost spooky, because the hall was so dark and the silence was eerie.
Finally, they reached a small door. The door only had to be 5 feet tall. Draco ducked as the secretary led him through. Then she walked back down the hallway, leaving him alone.
"So kid, ya wanna be a healer, don't ya?" A rough voice came out of no where.
"Yes sir," Draco said quietly. He was shaking.
"Well, then you've come to the right place," the man said in a friendly voice.
Draco looked around. The brightly lit place was filled with cauldrons, beds, students, and real healers. Draco couldn't stop looking around.
[This is the kind of work I want. A bright, cheery, place, filled with wizards and magic. This is heaven! Except for Father.]
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Well what do you think! Please review, I feel lonely. ( Yes, it will get better
Ta-ta,
SillyGurl123