Pictures of degrees and certificates lined the creamy wall between each door. The wooden doors had little gold titles on them like,"Oliver Backer, Manager of Auror's finances." Laverene stepped infront of a door which read,"Carter Owent, Head of The AMM." Laverene gasped the door nob with a shakey hand and opened it. She stepped into a sunlight filled room.
A man with dark curley hair sat with his back turned to Laverene. He was talking to someone in the fireplace and Laverene could see his head bobbing up and down at each word.
"Yes Larry, I know about The Dark Lord's appearance in Romania."
Laverene cleared her throat. "Excuse me Sir?"
The man spun around to face Laverene. He had a bushy black beard and his clear grey eyes gazed at Laverene. She could see who Owent was talking to. There was a man in the fireplace, his round, balding head floated around green flames.
"Ahhh, Miss Crow," said Owent standing up. He turned to the man in the marble fireplace. "Larry, this is they girl I was telling you about, Laverene Crow."
Larry notted in Laverene's direction, his beady little eyes looking up at her.
"Carter I must go," said Larry, not taking his eyes away from Laverene.
Owent shook his head in agreement. "Yes,yes...certainly."
Larry took one last look at Laverene and with a little pop he was gone.
"That was Larry O'Neil. He's a very good friend of mine. Works just down the hall in the Inproper Use of Magic Office."
Laverene smiled.
"Please sit down, Miss Crow......"
Laverene took a seat, bitting her lip even harder.
Owent stopped halfway to his seat, his grey eyes apon her.
"Oh My Lord," he whispered softly."You have your mother's eyes. She was one of the best Aurors I ever had the privilege of working with...."
He looked down at some papers on his desk and cleared his throat.
"Now Laverene, I have heard a great deal about you. You attended Divianos in the summer of your first year? Very impressive I must say, most kids don't even get into that kind of training until they are out of Hogwarts........."
Laverene just shrugged it off.
"I guess you could say I knew what I wanted to do."
Owent laughed, his booming voice echoed in the air. Laverene smiled shyly. She looked around his office. The pictures on the wall laughed with them. Even a picture of Dumbledore and himself laughed.
Owent looked down at Laverene's application.
"Full marks on your OWLS....Impressive."
He looked up at Laverene, suddenly very serious.
"Of course you have heard already. The Dark Lord has regained his power. If you were to become an Auror, you would need to sacrifice everything, maybe even your life. With Voldemort back, it's gonna be one hell of a fight."
Laverene didn't even blink.
"Of course," she said in a strong voice.
Owent smiled. "Courage, just like your Marlene. What house are you in?"
"Ravenclaw"
Owent shook his head. "Should have been in Gryffindor like your mum!"
Laverene notted, twisting her cloak in her hands.
"Well because you are still in Hogwarts I don't think you will be doing anything big for awhile. Maybe I'll send you down to Hogsmead to see if there's anything fishy going on during Christmas break....."
Laverene's eyes lite up.
"Do you mean I got the job?"
Owent notted, his eyes shimmering.
A man with dark curley hair sat with his back turned to Laverene. He was talking to someone in the fireplace and Laverene could see his head bobbing up and down at each word.
"Yes Larry, I know about The Dark Lord's appearance in Romania."
Laverene cleared her throat. "Excuse me Sir?"
The man spun around to face Laverene. He had a bushy black beard and his clear grey eyes gazed at Laverene. She could see who Owent was talking to. There was a man in the fireplace, his round, balding head floated around green flames.
"Ahhh, Miss Crow," said Owent standing up. He turned to the man in the marble fireplace. "Larry, this is they girl I was telling you about, Laverene Crow."
Larry notted in Laverene's direction, his beady little eyes looking up at her.
"Carter I must go," said Larry, not taking his eyes away from Laverene.
Owent shook his head in agreement. "Yes,yes...certainly."
Larry took one last look at Laverene and with a little pop he was gone.
"That was Larry O'Neil. He's a very good friend of mine. Works just down the hall in the Inproper Use of Magic Office."
Laverene smiled.
"Please sit down, Miss Crow......"
Laverene took a seat, bitting her lip even harder.
Owent stopped halfway to his seat, his grey eyes apon her.
"Oh My Lord," he whispered softly."You have your mother's eyes. She was one of the best Aurors I ever had the privilege of working with...."
He looked down at some papers on his desk and cleared his throat.
"Now Laverene, I have heard a great deal about you. You attended Divianos in the summer of your first year? Very impressive I must say, most kids don't even get into that kind of training until they are out of Hogwarts........."
Laverene just shrugged it off.
"I guess you could say I knew what I wanted to do."
Owent laughed, his booming voice echoed in the air. Laverene smiled shyly. She looked around his office. The pictures on the wall laughed with them. Even a picture of Dumbledore and himself laughed.
Owent looked down at Laverene's application.
"Full marks on your OWLS....Impressive."
He looked up at Laverene, suddenly very serious.
"Of course you have heard already. The Dark Lord has regained his power. If you were to become an Auror, you would need to sacrifice everything, maybe even your life. With Voldemort back, it's gonna be one hell of a fight."
Laverene didn't even blink.
"Of course," she said in a strong voice.
Owent smiled. "Courage, just like your Marlene. What house are you in?"
"Ravenclaw"
Owent shook his head. "Should have been in Gryffindor like your mum!"
Laverene notted, twisting her cloak in her hands.
"Well because you are still in Hogwarts I don't think you will be doing anything big for awhile. Maybe I'll send you down to Hogsmead to see if there's anything fishy going on during Christmas break....."
Laverene's eyes lite up.
"Do you mean I got the job?"
Owent notted, his eyes shimmering.
