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The Morning After – She needed an employee…he needed an employer…
Chapter Two- Am I hired?
Hermione stared at her former professor from across the small table in her dining room. His robes were still shabby, if not shabbier than before, and his hair was still the same color, brown with flecks of gray.
"So what you're saying is…that you've come to apply for the job?" she asked cautiously. He nodded slightly and placed his cup of coffee back down on the table.
"Yes, Hermione, I have. I was recently fired from my last job, when they discovered that I was a werewolf, they dismissed me immediately," he said solemnly. She swallowed her coffee and surveyed him. Did she really want him to work for her?
"Oh dear, even with the Wolfsbane potion, people are still so narrow minded," she said. He smiled wanly and nodded. "Well, Professor," He rose his hand in protest.
"Please, call me Remus," She smiled with some difficulty.
"Er…Remus…well honestly, I don't know, it seems a bit…odd don't you think?" she asked sounding uncertain.
"Odd? What is possibly odd about our situation here, Hermione? Am I not a man in need of a job, and are you not, a woman in need of an employee?" he asked placidly. She smiled and nodded.
"Yes, that part makes sense Prof—I mean, Remus, however, the part where you being my former Professor is the peculiar thing I am speaking about in this situation," she said. He nodded.
"Yes, I see your point," he said. Some thoughts raced through Hermione's head as she stared at him. Oh lord, the man seems in desperate need for a job, and here I am, with a perfectly good job opening and I'm actually…feeling as though I don't want to hire him! How horrid!!
He could see it in her eyes. She was having serious doubts of having him as her employee. But what was it that caused her distress? He wondered. Was it because of the wolf, or simply that he was her former professor? He sighed.
"Well, Hermione, I think that me coming here has been an utterly ridiculous idea. How could I think that I would be able to take care of your young child?" he asked. Was that bitterness in his tone? She thought. She suddenly felt a wave of sorrow and regret hit her and she smiled.
"Oh, Remus, please, I was just weighing the situation in my head properly before I made a decision," she murmured. He nodded.
"Well?" he asked. She sighed.
"I just don't know, professor," she said. He smiled.
"There you go again--"
"That's just it, I won't be able to stop calling you professor," she said grimly. He suddenly burst out laughing and she looked at him with a confused expression on her face. "Is something wrong?" she asked.
"Well, you're acting as though it's the end of the world!" he said with a smile. Her expression was puzzled.
"What…what are you talking about?" she asked.
"You think that by you accidentally calling me "professor" once in a while is going to make things awkward?" A small blush crept up into her cheeks.
"Well, won't it?" she asked. He shook his head.
"No, not really, it doesn't matter to me," he lied. The truth was—it did matter. When she called him professor, it brought back so many memories of Hogwarts, Harry, Dumbledore, Sirius. So many things were tied around that place. He shuddered slightly and then sighed. "I really do need a job, Hermione," he said. She sighed and studied him.
"Well, I guess I…I don't know, Remus," she said biting her lip. She rose up from her seat and began pacing across the dining room floor. Her pink skirt swished as she walked and Lupin caught a glimpse of creamy legs beneath the long skirt. He shook his head. Why was he looking at her in this way? He wondered. A few tendrils of her brown hair framed her face and to him she looked simply, angelic.
She stopped her pacing and then looked at him.
"Well?" he asked.
"Remus, what experience do you have with, little children?" she asked. He shrugged.
"I played with, Harry when he was born," he said. She smiled.
"I'm sure you did," she said. He sighed.
"I'm sure I can learn," he said. She smiled.
"Well you see… why don't you follow me?" she asked. He rose up and followed her out of the room and into the living room. There was a beautiful staircase inside and they began going up. There were several rooms up here, and she led him to one on their right. The door was open and he picked up the scent of talc powder. He wrinkled his nose. The room was medium sized and in one corner there was a bed, with baby pink sheets. On top of the bed was a little girl, about two years old asleep with her thumb in her mouth. He couldn't help but smile.
"This is my daughter, Remus, this is Elizabeth," she said quietly. Lupin smiled and went over to the bed and observed the child.
"She's quite adorable, Hermione," he said. Hermione smiled.
"Thank you," There was a silence in the room.
"So, basically, what you want me to do is…"
"Look after Lizzy, while I'm at work," she said. He nodded.
"I don't think it should be that difficult," he said nonchalantly. A small smile played upon her lips.
"Oh, you think so?" she asked. He smiled.
"I managed classes before, why shouldn't I be able to help with a child?" he asked. She nodded.
"Well that settles it then, Mr. Remus Lupin, you're hired," she said. He smiled.
"So, when do I start?"
"Right now,"
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