For people who were already following this: apparently replacing chapters doesn't come up as a notification. The rest has been rewritten. Still a little short but I think it's probably a little better than before.
Against all odds, there was what appeared to be a normal, muggle doorbell on the doorframe. Remus regarded it with a mildly suspicious look. He shouldn't have been that shocked, really; a lot of wizards had started to embrace Muggle technology. Something like that just didn't really fit with the gothic image of the rest of the mansion. Remus pushed it anyway and took a few steps back to look at the mansion again, barely noticing that the apparently normal doorbell sounded like church bells. He was vaguely reminded of Grimmauld Place. Dramatic and sort of unwelcoming, the usual sort of place an old wizarding family lived in. Although hopefully the people inside wouldn't have the same values as Sirius' family.
When no-one came, Remus pressed the doorbell again and a spear bounced off the step in exactly the spot he'd been stood a second ago. The spot it had hit had a bullseye painted on it that he hadn't noticed before. Remus looked up just in time to see two children leaning away from the edge of the roof. That was... Odd. Maybe he'd imagined them. Or maybe this place had poltergeists. He hoped it was the former, he didn't think he could stand living with another Peeves, even if the pay was this good.
Finally, the door creaked open. A man, even taller than Remus was and dressed in an expensive looking but old-fashioned suit had opened it, presumably the butler.
"I'm here for the interview for the, uh, the teaching position?" Remus said, phrasing it like a question out of nerves. The tall man had been staring unblinkingly at him the whole time he'd been talking.
He gave a slow nod and a long, but not pained, groan and gestured into the house.
Remus understood that as an invitation into the house, at least he hoped it was. It wasn't like he could be judgemental of the man. Or picky of jobs, at this point. It had been so long since he'd held a job for over a few months. The last time may even have been his short year as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.
The hallway he walked into was huge, almost a big as the entrance hall in Hogwarts and certainly as big as his whole house back in Britain, and painted in dark colours. Remus was momentarily aghast until the butler started to walk up the equally impressive staircase in a way that clearly suggested he was expected to follow.
Remus walked up after him, footsteps echoing on the tiles.
The room he was led into was decorated in a similarly outdated style but, unlike a lot of wizards' homes, it looked classy and sophisticated instead of just old. The butler gestured at a chair and Remus sat down slowly, not commenting on what appeared to be bloodstains on it but beginning to regret coming here. This place was getting weirder by the second.
He was sat in there for a while, left completely alone as if his prospective employers were waiting for him to steal an ashtray or prove himself unsuitable in some other way.
Or maybe try to kill me again, a small voice in the back of Remus' head pointed out. He tried his best to ignore it, and the sudden urge to check if any of the ashtrays had a hallmark on them. Realistically, they were probably just interviewing another candidate for the job. Merlin knew that there must be a fair amount of them for such a well paid job. Remus didn't have his hopes up at getting this.
Eventually the butler returned and gave him a strange smile and another nod, indicating for him to follow again.
Remus stood up again, following down another corridor into a far more opulent, if equally ancient, room. There was an armchair on one side of the fireplace and a sofa on the other. On the sofa sat a man and a woman, presumably his prospective employers. He couldn't see much of the woman beyond her eyes and high cheekbones, the rest hidden by shadows that seemed to only exist for that very purpose. The man was... Different. Where his wife sat up perfectly straight, he lounged, stretched out across the rest of the sofa. He was dressed in the way Remus always imagined rich people should, complete with the thick cigar hanging nonchalantly from the corner of his mouth but his eyes sparkled with an energy that Remus hadn't seen in anyone since before James had died and Sirius had been sent to Azkaban. He regarded Remus with an expression of mild curiosity, as if not sure what to make of the newcomer in his home.
"Ah, you've survived the children." The woman said with the sort of smile which, coupled with her dress, made Remus wonder if the room had suddenly gotten a lot warmer.
"There's still time, cara mia." The man said smoothly with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
"Uh, I'm not sure I understand."
The man leant forwards and grinned. "It's simple, Mr Lupin. It means you're hired!"
Additional: Raffles, this chapter is dedicated to you for, y'know, being brilliant and stuff as usual. I have what, three hours now until I set off for the airport? And I'm not gonna get any sleep. Thanks for forcing me to finish this chapter. Thank you so much.