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Dawn glared at her friend, her grip on the fragile newspaper was tightening. Her friend just had a big grin on her face, no matter how much Dawn glared.
"Is this a type of a sick joke, McGuire? Its not funny at all!"she yelled
"Chill, Dawnie, its no big whoop,"Marcy replied simply
"No big whoop? No big whoop, Marcy?"Dawn repeated it again before shoving the newspaper in her face,"This isn't a big 'whoop', this is huge! How are dare yo do this without my permission! Think you can do this every time your bored? Its not funny!"she yelled

"I don't see the problem."she shrugged

"Oh, lets see what the problem is, shall we?"asked Dawn before taking the newspaper back.
She cleared her throat before reading the newspaper."Looking for a person to take care of your small children while your away on business? Want some help in teaching them magic, writing, studying over the Christmas and summer break. Look no further then Dawn Phoenix. I'm skilled in teaching children, I'm great with kids, playful with them. I'm the best governess out there. Please, reply via Owl Mail to 2381 Merlin Avenue, Diagon Alley, London, England."she finished before turning to glare at Marcy.

"See the problem? You pretended to be me to get a job without telling me. I would have think about it before you advertised in, for Merlin's sake, The Daily Prophet!"

"Look, I'm sorry about this, "she apologized,"I'm really am but can you think about it?"

Dawn folded up the newspaper and gently placing it on the kitchen counter. She looked up at her friend and replied with her answer:
"No."

She turn on the spot and ran towards her room, Marcy following up behind to try to catch her and reason with her. Dawn slammed the door in her and locked it with a spell. She leaned her whole body against the door for good measure as Marcy tried to talk to her through the door. Dawn smirked when she stopped talking, finally safe from harm's way. She jumped in the air when Marcy Apparate in a 'pop' right in front of her, looking crossed.
"Can you just leave me alone?"she asked as she moved towards her bed
"No, until you at least try to do the job,"Marcy said as Dawn fell down face forward on the bed and laid her whole head on the pillow.

"Remind me to put on anti-Apparate charms in my room next time,"was her answer

"Please, Dawnie,"she begged as she sat next to her,"Remember it was one of your dreams you told me."she smirked at this.
Dawn lifted her head from the pillow to look at Marcy..
"One; I was twelve when I told you that,"she listed them on the tips of her fingers," Second; It was because I read Jane Eyre a lot in the orphanage. And third; It's just a simple dream."she finished before facing forward to the pillow again.
"Fine, lets make a bet, ok?"suggested Marcy, getting Dawn's attention.
"What kind of bet?"she asked, titling her head to look up.
"If you get a response for a job interview and you blow it, I will paint your room any color you want, make your cloths for a year, and never, ever put in a advertisement in a newspaper for you for as long as I live."she swore
"And what if I do get it? What if I fall in love with the family and get the job?"Dawn ask, sitting up.
"If you get it,"Marcy smirked."I get to dye your hair whatever color I want for one whole month."
"What! You can't be serious! I'm not going to let you color my hair!"Dawn yelled
"Fine then. I guess I can tell Alisa that you were the one to ruin her garden field in the back,"she smirked devilishly
"But, it was an ancient! I was trying to save it from a swam of Flobberworms!"Dawn protested before she finally gave in."Fine, I do your little bet. But if I don't a response in a week, its over. OK?"
"Deal,"Marcy putting her hand out,"partner."
Dawn sighed and shook hands with each other to seal the deal.
"It feels like I made a deal with the Devil himself."
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It was nearly a week already, still no replies from anyone asking for Dawn's services yet. It seem like Marcy was more disappointed then Dawn, herself. Deep in her heart, Dawn hoped the advertisement would work out in the end, it was better then stuck home alone for your whole life. But on the other hand, she could get out of Marcy making her hair look like a clown's. Dawn thought back to the ad itself. It was poorly written, maybe a grammar mistake here and there, and didn't tell anyone what Dawn was capable of. No wonder no one was replying.
Today as the final day of deadline, it was a boring Saturday afternoon, nothing to do. Alisa was downstairs in the kitchen, working on lunch for the trio, hovering over big pots and pans. Spots of food on her white apron, her hair in a bun as she hummed a song to herself. Marcy was no where to be found. While, Dawn was lodging on their sofa, flipping through their muggle big screen TV. It was nothing but kiddie shows or news. She sighed as she turn off the TV completely. Both her and Alise jumped when the door slammed open and closed again. They saw Marcy jumping in joy, a envelope in her hands, with a big grin on her face. Before Dawn could ask, she flopped down on the couch next to her.
"Why are you so happy?"she asked
"Lookie, lookie,"Marcy replied, shoving the envelope at Dawn.
Dawn saw the address on the front to her. She turned it over to see a big, red waxed 'R' on the flaps. She looked over to see both Marcy and Alisa standing over her with eager faces on.
"Come on, open it already! I want to see what it says!"yelled Marcy in delight
Dawn sighed and took a deep breath before tearing off the wax that sealed the envelope. She slowly took the parchment out and unfolded it, there were words written in green ink on it. She cleared her throat before reading it out loud:

"Dear Miss Phoenix. I recently found your advertising in The Daily Prophet just yesterday. It was small so it was hard to see it at first. I'm requesting your assistants at my home, a young girl of five,named Emily. I'm going to be brief and tell you if you accept my invitation for a interview, please reply ASAP and I will set up a appointment for us to meet. Thank you and good day. Mrs. Rosefield."Dawn finished
"Wow, are you gonna do it?"asked Marcy
"Well, I can try. It's just a interview after all. And if I get the job, it would be a good experience."she replied
"I will get some hair dyes ready!"yelled Marcy before rushing off upstairs

"Hair dyes?"asked Alisa, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't ask, just don't ask."
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Dawn was currently waiting for Mrs. Rosefield's reply after she rushed off to write her answer and borrowing Alisa's tawny owl. There were many questions going through her mind right now. 'Was this for real?', or 'Is Mrs. Roesfiled a muggle, half-born, or pureblood?', or 'How will the family be like? Nice or big, fat jerks?', or 'What do I have to do with the kid? What do I have to teach her? Muggle based studies, wizard studies, or both, or 'Where is this place?', and finally 'What in the world is Marcy going to change my hair color to?'. Dawn sighed as she laid on the bed, starring at the ceiling. Her bedroom window open for the owl to come in, the night's crisp air coming in. She was about to fall asleep when she heard the familiar hooting sounds of Frederick, Alisa's owl. She sat up just as Frederick flew in and landed next to her. A single envelope tied to his leg. Dawn smiled and untied the red ribbon and feed Frederick an Owl Treat as she took the letter. She ripped the familiar red seal and took out the letter. There was only one line on it. It read:

'The Leaky Cauldron, Sunday around 11 o'clock. Room 12. Mrs. Rosefield.'

Dawn was surprised how short it was. Maybe it really didn't need much for a reply. She got the impression that Mrs. Rosefield is a private person and does not give out much details or just plain quiet. Whatever it may be, Dawn had to get ready for tomorrow. Tomorrow would be a interesting day for sure.
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It was around ten in the morning when Dawn awoke. She cursed as she found out her Weird Sister alarm was busted and didn't go off at eight, her normal wake up call. She quickly took a quickly shower, brush her teeth, accidentally drop her blow dryer on her foot, put on her light blue blouse and gray skirt, tried to put her already damp hair in a bun, and finally almost forgetting her wand. It was already 10:50, when she was done. She ran past Alisa and Marcy and didn't stop for a piece of toast and out of the door she went.
She weave through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley, it was extremely crowded even for a Sunday, for tomorrow was the celebration of the fifth anniversary of the Finale Battle end. There as electricity in the air, excited for tomorrow, people selling tee shirts, hats, and other merchants they had out. Dawn almost got knocked down one time and they didn't stop to apologized. She panted when she finally reached The Leaky Cauldron. Even in here, there was a big crowd. Dawn looked at her watch and it red 11:15, she was late! She walked towards the bar and saw Tom, the bartender cleaning a whiskey glass. He notice her and smiled at her, showing a few missing teeth and a few yellow ones.

"Top of the morning, Miss Phoenix! What can I do for you? Butterbeer? Firewhiskey? Tea? Pumpkin juice? Gillywater?"he suggested to her
"Another time, Tom. I'm here to see someone. I'm looking for a Mrs. Rosefield in room 12."Dawn breathed
"Mrs. Rosefield...Mrs. Rosefield...Oh! You mean Martha Rosefield? Yes, she just arrived. Room 12 is up the stairs, go down the hall, turn right, and go to the door on the left side, the third one."he said
"Thanks! Have a good day!"she called before heading up the stairs.
Dawn followed Tom's directions in a haste, she was late as it is. She finally got to room number 12, out of breath she might add. She quickly straighten her skirt and blouse before taking a deep and knocking on the door. A moment later "Enter" was heard. Dawn turn the handle and walked into the room. The room had a small bed to the side, mahogany dressers and book shelf, and a big fireplace. She spotted a woman sitting in a back winged chair near the fireplace, another chair was sitting across from her and a small table in the middle. She had gray colored hair in a high bun, a simple yet elegant green dress on her, she was medium build but looked to able to defend for herself. This must be Martha Rosefield. Once she spotted Dawn, she let out a small smile and nodded to acknowledge.
"You must be Dawn Phoenix. Please sit and make yourself comfortable."she said kindly, waving to the chair

"Pleasure to meet you, so sorry that I was late. Alarm clock was broken."Dawn said as she sat down in front of her

"No worries,"

"Thank you for replying to my advertising, Mrs. Roseflied."

"Please, call me Martha, calling me missus makes me sound old,"Martha chuckled

"Then call me Dawn,"

"Well, Dawn, are you hungry? I can ask Tom to bring up some tea and cookies."she suggested

"No, that won't be necessary, I'm quite-"Dawn was silence when her stomach made a large growl, her cheeks redden out of embarrassment.

"Well, that problem is solved."Martha said, a smile on her face.
After Tom brought up some a pot of tea, two cups, and a large dish of pastries up to the room, Martha got down to business.

"Dawn, I must ask what are your experience in being a governess?"she asked

"Well...truth to be honest, it wasn't my intention to create that ad, it was my friend. She thought that it would be good for me, she was wrong. I was upset at first but I quickly got over it and decided to do it."Dawn answer

"Ah. I hear your from America, correct?"Martha sipped on her tea.

"Yes. I went to Salem's School for Witches and came here to finish my education with my friends in the magic university. I was the second highest student in both schools."she said

"Are you good with children?"

"Yes, I was in a orphanage for the first eleven years of life, before I went to school. I took care of the younger ones when I was older. Not much of a cook, if your wondering."Dawn said softly

"No, no,"Mrs. Roesfiled laughed,"That wouldn't be necessary

"So about Emily, the child you mention in the letter, how is she? On the terms on her behavior I mean."

"Emily is a big sweetie pie. She cleans up after herself well, loves to play with her dolls, run around, and loves to read for sure. I swear that everyone loves her from the first moment."she smiled

"You must be very proud for being her mother then."Dawn said, smiling a bit.

"You think she is my daughter?"Dawn nodded,"Oh, heavens no! I'm too old to bring a child into this world, as much I would like to. But, I feel like Emily is my own pride and joy. I'm just the housekeeper at the Manor, nothing more."Martha sighed

"Then...who are her parents then?"Dawn asked

"Parent, you mean. She only has her father, her mother...well...don't know much about her. Her father is mostly away, going to countries to pick herbs and such."she said

"Who is he?"
"Severus Snape."

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