Hey Ya'll!!!!
I'm so sorry; I haven't written in a very long time. Well my English teacher would be proud that I just used a semicolon. :-D Any-hoo, let's keep going.
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Harry Potter or the Song Perfect. I'm so sick of typing that.
Remember! [Brackets] are Draco's thoughts and *stars* are song lyrics
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"Now, first we just need to get some basic facts understood, Draco. This part is a little boring, but trust me-it's worth it.
[How did he know my name? This guy is really creepy. He looks so mean, but sounds nice when he talks. And he has a gold tooth. I wonder if it's real gold.]
"My name is Mr. Zoophagous. Call me Mr. Z," he said. "I will be doing the whole interview with you. Now, first choose which subject you prefer: Potions, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, or Charms,"
It went on like this for a half an hour, boring questions with dull answers. Draco was ready to fall asleep.
"Ok, the boring part is over. Now comes the fun part. Follow me," Mr. Z said.
Draco followed him across all the healers, trainees, and students to a small dark corner of the room. It seemed like the only place that wasn't jam-packed with people.
[Ok, now I'm in a pickle. I can ace the interview, because I want to be healer and I don't want to look bad in front of Mr. Zoophagous, or I can fail on purpose and please Father. Of course, with my grades this year, they would get suspicious if I failed the interview, and besides-if I don't get the job, what else can I do?]
"Ok, first I'll need a Calming Drought. All of the ingredients are in the wooden cabinet. I will sit in the corner and watch, act as if I wasn't here." He instructed Draco.
[Ugh, they always say "pretend I'm not here," but no one ever does. It's like, impossible. Oh well, at least I know the calming drought like the back of my hand. I have a lot of time to think.]
Draco filled out the potion, which he knew perfectly, after working with it for three years. He filled a beaker with a sample, and the turned to Mr. Zoophagous.
"Now what?" he asked. It was the first thing he said out loud all day, besides answers to those idiotic questions.
"For the next four parts of the interview, I will describe a patient's scenario. You need to give me a description of what you would do to heal the person. Don't worry, it's not as difficult as it sounds. Number one: A patient." Mr. Z. said
Draco gave the best answer he could; he positive it was right. The questions went on for a long time. He thought of his classmates. None of them could probably do this, except maybe Hermione Granger. But Draco had actually been smarter than her the past year or two.
[The only reason I have been trying my hardest and doing my work is to be a healer. I never thought I could, but I want to live out my lifelong dream. Oh. My. God. Father. I have not even considered his reaction all this time. And now it's definitely too late. Oh no, this is terrible. What should I do?]
"Well Draco, that was quite an interview. You are a very hard working student," Mr. Z said loud and giving a smile showing all his teeth, including the gold one. Then he dropped his voice to barely above a whisper.
"I must say, in all my 27 years of interviewing I have never seen a student as intellectual as you are. You should be very proud." His voice rose to normal again.
"You will be getting the results of your interview in two days. Good luck" And with that he disappeared
Draco walked to the front of the room where the same witch was waiting for him by the small door.
"There's one hallway inside. Follow it as far as you can go. Others will tell you what to next. Good luck," she said.
"Uh.thanks," Draco said. She nodded.
Again, he walked down the dark, narrow, never-ending hallway. As soon as he finished, he saw an elderly lady, who appeared to be waiting for him.
"This is a portkey. You hold on to it with one hand, and it will transport you back to Hogwarts. It is very late, and I suggest you go straight to bed.
Draco took hold of it. In a matter of seconds he was back at Hogwarts; standing at the front of the Slytherin common room.
He climbed into bed and fell asleep very quickly since he was so tired. He dreamt that he got a job as a healer and father was extremely proud. He woke up smiling, and then pinched himself. It was just a dream.
[Oh, if only life was really like that. I wish.]
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Well what do ya'll think? I know it's short, but I'm not the best writer, and I don't type fast. Sorry! Any-hoo, I hoped you liked it! Like I said, the song and the PG-13 stuff appear a lot later.
Ta-ta,
SillyGurl123
I'm so sorry; I haven't written in a very long time. Well my English teacher would be proud that I just used a semicolon. :-D Any-hoo, let's keep going.
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Harry Potter or the Song Perfect. I'm so sick of typing that.
Remember! [Brackets] are Draco's thoughts and *stars* are song lyrics
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Now, first we just need to get some basic facts understood, Draco. This part is a little boring, but trust me-it's worth it.
[How did he know my name? This guy is really creepy. He looks so mean, but sounds nice when he talks. And he has a gold tooth. I wonder if it's real gold.]
"My name is Mr. Zoophagous. Call me Mr. Z," he said. "I will be doing the whole interview with you. Now, first choose which subject you prefer: Potions, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, or Charms,"
It went on like this for a half an hour, boring questions with dull answers. Draco was ready to fall asleep.
"Ok, the boring part is over. Now comes the fun part. Follow me," Mr. Z said.
Draco followed him across all the healers, trainees, and students to a small dark corner of the room. It seemed like the only place that wasn't jam-packed with people.
[Ok, now I'm in a pickle. I can ace the interview, because I want to be healer and I don't want to look bad in front of Mr. Zoophagous, or I can fail on purpose and please Father. Of course, with my grades this year, they would get suspicious if I failed the interview, and besides-if I don't get the job, what else can I do?]
"Ok, first I'll need a Calming Drought. All of the ingredients are in the wooden cabinet. I will sit in the corner and watch, act as if I wasn't here." He instructed Draco.
[Ugh, they always say "pretend I'm not here," but no one ever does. It's like, impossible. Oh well, at least I know the calming drought like the back of my hand. I have a lot of time to think.]
Draco filled out the potion, which he knew perfectly, after working with it for three years. He filled a beaker with a sample, and the turned to Mr. Zoophagous.
"Now what?" he asked. It was the first thing he said out loud all day, besides answers to those idiotic questions.
"For the next four parts of the interview, I will describe a patient's scenario. You need to give me a description of what you would do to heal the person. Don't worry, it's not as difficult as it sounds. Number one: A patient." Mr. Z. said
Draco gave the best answer he could; he positive it was right. The questions went on for a long time. He thought of his classmates. None of them could probably do this, except maybe Hermione Granger. But Draco had actually been smarter than her the past year or two.
[The only reason I have been trying my hardest and doing my work is to be a healer. I never thought I could, but I want to live out my lifelong dream. Oh. My. God. Father. I have not even considered his reaction all this time. And now it's definitely too late. Oh no, this is terrible. What should I do?]
"Well Draco, that was quite an interview. You are a very hard working student," Mr. Z said loud and giving a smile showing all his teeth, including the gold one. Then he dropped his voice to barely above a whisper.
"I must say, in all my 27 years of interviewing I have never seen a student as intellectual as you are. You should be very proud." His voice rose to normal again.
"You will be getting the results of your interview in two days. Good luck" And with that he disappeared
Draco walked to the front of the room where the same witch was waiting for him by the small door.
"There's one hallway inside. Follow it as far as you can go. Others will tell you what to next. Good luck," she said.
"Uh.thanks," Draco said. She nodded.
Again, he walked down the dark, narrow, never-ending hallway. As soon as he finished, he saw an elderly lady, who appeared to be waiting for him.
"This is a portkey. You hold on to it with one hand, and it will transport you back to Hogwarts. It is very late, and I suggest you go straight to bed.
Draco took hold of it. In a matter of seconds he was back at Hogwarts; standing at the front of the Slytherin common room.
He climbed into bed and fell asleep very quickly since he was so tired. He dreamt that he got a job as a healer and father was extremely proud. He woke up smiling, and then pinched himself. It was just a dream.
[Oh, if only life was really like that. I wish.]
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well what do ya'll think? I know it's short, but I'm not the best writer, and I don't type fast. Sorry! Any-hoo, I hoped you liked it! Like I said, the song and the PG-13 stuff appear a lot later.
Ta-ta,
SillyGurl123