Written for the Magical Law & Government class in Hogwarts (My oh my, it's good to be back!)

Law Task: Write about someone with Lycanthropy finding work.

Restriction: Do not write about Remus working at Hogwarts

WC: 555

I don't own HP *sighs*

When she was a child, her mother used to say, altering the popular saying, that nothing good would come to those who give up.

Or something like that.

Now, she's almost 25 with a huge scar on her arm and crushed dreams.

She's leaving what must be the fifth place that "politely" refused to hire her. They claimed that she didn't have the required skillset for the job.

And that's bullshit. Because she knows better.

The second wizard war ended almost seven years ago. They fought hard and for a long time. They won, in the end, but not without some casualties.

Her heart still hurts when she thinks about Fred, the Patil sisters, Molly, Dean… She loved them oh so very much.

She looks to her arm, as she remembers what caused the scar.

During the fight against Greyback, Remus and Bill were at disadvantage and she decided to help. She casted a spell against him, to try and get his attention as the other two prepared what would be the last blow.

But before he died, he bit her arm, transferring to her his curse.

"I don't exactly know how you feel," she looks to her side to find Ron looking at her with a mix of adoration and uncertainty. This kind of peep talks it's not his strongest suit, "but you know that what happened with you doesn't change how I feel about you right, Lavender?"

She unties the bun and let her bold hair fall around her shoulder, as she crawls over him on their bed. His blue eyes nearly popped out of his head as she pressed her body closer to him. But he caught up with her pretty quick, resting his hands on her hips, before kissing her.

Her warm hazel eyes met his blue ones and she said, with all the love that she could muster, "I love you, Ron. So, so much."

She's smiling as she walks the sideway. Knowing that she has a wonderful man just like Ron waiting for her certainly makes everything more bearable. But they need to eat and even though he wins a very good money playing for the Cannons, she wants to help too.

When she first try to apply for her dream job at the Ministry, they said that the spot had been fulfilled, only to Hermione tell her, later, that no, it was still open. Being the person that she is, she offered to give them a piece of her mind. Lavender refused, saying that it's not her battle to fight.

Ever since then, she's been receiving no after no.

And only because she's a werewolf. A survivor, yes. A fighter, definitely. But mostly, a werewolf.

"Will it stop hurting, Remus?" She asked one day, crying on the porch of his house.

He puts his hand on her shoulder, with a sad, sympathetic smile on his face. "No."

She rubs her arms, not because she's chilly, but because she's tired. She's tired of the rejection, tired of feeling like she had done anything wrong. All she wants is a job, a purpose, something to do with her life.

Nothing good come to those who give up.

Yes. With a shy smile she remembers her mother's words.

Opening the door in front of her, she enters.

(She got the job.)

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