Waking Pansy was difficult. Her dark, cropped hair splayed every which way making it hard to tell front from back. Today was going to be difficult by design. There was so much to be taken care of before tomorrow as Sunday was considered a sacred day among muggles.

Banks would be closing today by 13.00 and yesterday hadn't proven at all successful when it came down to planning. Malfoy hadn't been in a cooperative mood and with Malfoy went Parkinson and Zabini. Harry, Ron, and Luna had been happy to give what they could to me planning, but in the end we needed everyone.

Now morning had rolled around and we were late -well we were gonna be if we didn't move it. Any other day I'd leave them to dress themselves -self sufficiency was a major part of the grade- but today we needed to rock and roll. With that being said I transfigured their clothing into something interview casual, set off something even Pansy couldn't ignore, and disappeared into the boys' room.

Harry and Ron slept closely together. Ron had always been been a wild sleeper, locking his limbs with those unlucky enough to share a bed. Today Harry -usually so calm- had emulated his friend, twisting his appendages around those of his ginger haired friend. It was almost as if they were taking turns protecting each other from the Slytherins on the other side of the bed.

Malfoy and Zabini slept as far away as possible from the other two. And by far away I meant that Malfoy's tail bone was inches from Ron's. He had a pale arm thrown out over his eyes, as if the sunken sun were bothering him and his fingers intertwined with his pale blond hair. He seemed cold even though he'd accumulated most of the blankets. He was curled quite closely at Zabini's side. Zabini on the other hand was in his boxers, blanket cast to the side (much like the other two), legs open, and drooling.

Waking them was easy. I took the wand from my pocket, conjuring bright, flashing colors and popping.

That was a sight. Malfoy jolted upright, scrambling like a wild chicken, before toppling backwards. Harry and Ron grabbed their wands, both aiming blind as Harry's glasses were on the night stand and Ron's hair was in his eyes. Even 'too-cool-for-school' Blaise nearly hit the floor in his startled haze.

"Rise and shine." Their clothing for the interview floated until it stood in front of each of them, "you have twenty minutes. Let's go!"

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Piling 7 ticked off teens into a cab was difficult at best. Malfoy had descended into childhood, resorting to pushing Harry and nearly screeching his displeasure when the bespectacled boy was forced to squeeze in beside him. I was beside myself when Pansy and I slid out of the van and into the uninhibited parking space of the Starbucks. With me gone Harry was in charge and because I didn't trust him I left the driver with a list of stops. Home Depot, Justice, and Petsmart. Harry was in charge of the money and I crossed my fingers that he could handle it.

"Why do you want to work for Starbucks?" Pansy and I sat at a table near the back sipping soy lattes and going over frequent interview questions.

"Because I have a passion for customer satisfaction."

She took the sheet of questions before throwing one at me, "What is your greatest strength."

"Exemplary memory and attention to detail."

"Pansy Parkinson," She took another mouthful of coffee before standing with a flourish. Her movements were graceful.

The recruiter motioned for her to move to the next table as he sat. His questioning was soft, making it impossible to overhear their conversation. Judging by his bright eyes she seemed to have made him laugh, but I could deduce no more.

Their interview seemed to go too long and not long enough, but she shook his hand, brilliant smile in place and thanked him profusely.

Briefly a shimmering 10+ appeared over her head alerting us to our newest addition of points.

He sat before me next, blue eyes bored, hands folded in front of him. There were questions on his paper, but he seemed generally uninterested in them.

"Ever work in a coffee shop before?"

"No, but-,"

"How long would it take you to learn to make a mocha?" When my expression remained blank he grinned, "steam the milk, measure the espresso, that kinda thing."

"Show me once and you'll never have to tell me again." That I was confident about. I straightened up a little, embodying my brilliance. His lips quirked upwards at the ends, making me think I had his attention. "I have a photographic memory and came in first for p-chemistry every year. I also work well in a team and-"

"You're cute." My smile dimmed a watt as his fingers went to cover my own. "I like cute girls on my team." My qualifications and proclamations turned to dust as I processed his words. Blue eyes dragged down to my collar and back up, burning every inch with his gaze.

As soon as his intensity had descended on me it was gone. He slid a packet across the table to me instructing me to fill it out and return it Monday after school.

Pansy may have felt liberated, but there was an ice in my gut that would not be shaken. This dude was bad news, but we needed the money and if there was one thing that could make me disregard my self respect it was my school work.

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