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Go, Be Helpful (Connie with Georgia)
Author: Georgia Copperpot
Date: 04-21-13 15:34
After answering a few questions about being an estate agent Connie hands out some of the freebies she'd brought, such as colored quills with the feathers cut into the shapes of houses and with the Davies & Llewellyn name and logo along the quill shaft. The students wander away to check out another of the booths leaving Connie alone for the moment. Or semi-alone.
Turning and walking to a chair, arms crossed, she places herself directly in front of its occupant. "Georgia, why did you come if all your going to do is sit there sighing every time you catch sight of certain people?"
"Those people are related to Professor Miller. Professor Miller is his brother-in-law. Therefore, seeing those people makes me think of him."
Showing not the slightest bit of sympathy Connie reminds her daughter, "You broke up with Sage so this poor pityful lonely Georgia mooning act is long past tiresome."
"You have no heart, Mum."
"If he had done the breaking up, I would be more understanding of you weeks after the fact still being down about it. As that is not the case, I am not going to coddle you about it." Connie's eyes narrow. "Did you come today in hopes he might be visiting his family and you'd see him?"
"Yes, of course, that is my motivation because I so enjoy having my heart shredded over and over at the sight of him."
"Georgia, if you feel this strongly about Sage, why did you break up with him?"
"You know why."
"I know the reason you gave but giving how long you've been in a deep, dark gloomy mood, that reason is sounding more and more like an excuse. What I can't figure out is why you'd need one to break up with Sage when, clearly, you wanted to do anything but."
Georgia mutely shrugs earning herself an even harsher look from Connie. She rolls her eyes then nods to the front of the booth. "Another student."
"You wanted to come and help so go, be helpful. I am taking a tea break."
Connie marches off from what would be considered the back of the booth, leaving Georgia to pretend to be happy about saying things like, "One grand pro of being a real estate agent is it can be done as a full-time job or as a part-time job, leaving you free to pursue other interests."
Once that student has been sent along, Georgia picks up a small house shaped mint to nibble, casting eyes about for signs that a certain sex god is visiting Hogwarts today.
Magical Law Enforcement Booth
Author: Harry Potter
Date: 04-21-13 19:57
The death of Berwyck Oldridge, former Hogwarts professor Adriana Fairchild still a fugitive wanted for the murder of Albus Dumbledore, the prison release of Alecto Carrow and Amycus Carrow, along with a few other hot stories means there's great interest in the Magical Law Enforcement booth at the Hogwarts Career Day. Ron and Harry, working the booth together, quickly determined that the steady stream of students wishing to speak with the two Aurors since the main double doors of the Great Hall opened at the official start of Career Day 2007 are as interested, if not more so, in attempting to glean information on those stories in the news as they are in finding out what exactly it takes to be either an Auror or a Hit Wizard.
Harry has no idea how many students he speaks to before there is a brief lull. Putting out more pamphlets Ron notes, "I swears some of them have visited more than once."
"Probably trying to see if we contradict each other or ourselves when asked about Oldridge or my errant cousin."
Ron snorts with amusement even as he nods in agreement. "You do realize I nearly begged off this morning, knowing how swamped we might be."
"Some best mate you are, leaving me all alone to handle this."
"Oh, I had a back-up in place. She would have jumped at the chance."
"Nooo. You wouldn't."
"I would have but keep in mind that I didn't."
The she to whom Ron is referring is a colleague who tends to let whomever she's partnered with do most of the work. Harry can easily picture her sitting in a chair, magazine or book in hand, claiming the entire day to be on a break while Harry handled the tidal wave of students.
He grumbles, "It's not enough your sister is mad at me?"
"Still?"
"Still, though I suppose it's not really been that long."
"If it had been me with those books and I'd promised Hermione not to have them in the house, she an expert on the human body so I probably would be lucky to have all my body parts in their proper locations."
"You don't think Hermione would be right beside you to read through them?"
"Maybe, but if she were, she'd make sure I knew how distasteful she found them to be, or at least the one with all the spells and potions."
Harry shudders. "Distasteful is an understatement. I would have turned them all in to be archived where they couldn't be seen by anyone without the highest authority given if I could but," Harry doesn't finish his comment about searching for clues that might lead them to better understand what Adriana's connection to Voldemort, if any, exactly is.
Ron and he smile in greeting to another onslaught of students, Harry wondering how many of them are actually interested in joining the ranks of law enforcement.
Pure Hate
Author: Wendy Mills
Date: 04-22-13 03:11
"This place is crowded. We should go back to our common room," Andrina suggested.
But Wendy shook her head and bravely advanced inside the Great Hall. As a first year and with 12 years old, she was not thinking about what career she might pursue in the future. But as a muggleborn she was very curious about what sort of job grown up witches and wizards had. And so she decided to take a look at the booths displayed at the Great Hall under the snowing enchanted ceiling.
While some jobs were similar to the ones Wendy knew, such as bookselling, journalism, real estate and music, there were others she had never heard about such as wandmaking, potion-making and Quidditch. Most of the times she would just watch the older students talk to the person in each booth, however she exchanged some words with one or two of the adults, who had noticed her eyes observing at a distance and they had made a sign for her to approach.
Andrina, who came from a family of wizards, wasn't impressed by any of the booths, while Wendy on the other hand felt like she was in some sort of carnival fair. She was astonished when she watched the tailor Thaddeus Flick create a dress without the need of a sewing machine. He had just used his wand that seemed to control all his tailoring tools such as the needles and a pair of scissors.
Finally, after some insistence, Andrina was able to convince Wendy to return to the Ravenclaw common room. Unfortunately it seemed that the castle was not big enough for both Wendy Mills and the Slytherin Anton Avery. They passed by each other in one of the stairs and he sent Wendy a look of pure hate. There was something about Anton Avery that scared her to death and she was only able to breathe properly once she felt in security inside her house's common room. Wendy knew why Anton was upset with her, but she also knew it hasn't been her fault.
Andrina tried to console her saying that it was known that most people from Slytherin didn't see things like everyone else.
"They take things too personally at times. "
Wendy sat in one of the blue armchairs by the window and she thought about yesterday's Fitness & Athletics class. They were still having their lessons at the school's swimming pool and Coach Krum had made them form groups of four. They would be doing swimming relays.
Wendy found herself being grouped with Pedro Garcia from Gryffindor, Duncan Dippet from Hufflepuff, and Anton Avery from Slytherin. Anton immediately showed his discontent for having a girl on his team. He wanted to win the relay against the other teams also constituted of other first years and he thought they would have no chance with Wendy on his team.
Coach Krum had explained previously that the fastest swimmer of the group should take the last position, a role that Anton quickly claimed as being his. The others decided not to argue with him and they allowed Anton to go last. For some reason Anton also nominated himself the team captain and he decided Wendy should go first, telling the others he was sure she was going to be very slow and so it would be better if their team had a bad start and then they could recover her delay once it was their turn to race.
Feeling nervous Wendy placed herself in the starting position next to her other opponents. She could feel Anton's eyes piercing her back as she adjusted her goggles and took one last breath before Coach Krum blew her whistle, giving start to the race.
Wendy dive and she swam as fast as she could. The water was cold at first, but soon she got used to it. She reached the other side of the pool and then she returned back to the starting point. The moment she placed her hand on the wall Duncan jumped into the water. Only then Wendy had realized she had been the first to arrive, giving her team a good advance. Pedro congratulated her but Anton didn't seem impressed. Duncan was also the first to arrive and so did Pedro. Then it was finally Anton's turn to shine.
Wendy didn't know if it had been excess of confidence from his part or if Anton lied and he wasn't a good swimmer after all, but for some reason despite his advantage he wasn't able to finish the race in first place. Valeria Mockridge, also from Slytherin, had managed to beat Anton giving her team the first place. But she was not the only girl who did so: Savannah Applewhite from Gryffindor had also reached the finish line first. Anton left the swimming pool furious and he didn't exchange a word with the rest of his team.
The final drop was when Coach Krum complimented Wendy, Pedro and Duncan, but he told Anton he needed to practice more. The class ended and Wendy had dinner with her friends at the Ravenclaw table, she felt Anton's eyes on her and she was sure this had not end here. He wanted revenge.
(Unknown Individual, Location Unknown) Putting Things into Motion
Author: Xiomara Sofia Serano
Date: 04-22-13 15:38
He is coming soon.
Very soon he will be here, once more in flesh and blood.
The petite, blonde witch moved rapidly through the domicile, gathering what was out of place, intent on turning it into a proper home, a proper location for him to return to. She stopped, stared at the expanse of mattress that would soon be covered with sheets of finest cloth, the posts would soon be draped with thick drapings that would be fit for royalty.
"He's coming home to me.."
She sang softly beneath her breath as she danced about in child-like glee. His last visit with her had been filled with promises both seductive and powerful, things that would be done, and could be done when he returned, and hopefully made that Serano bitch suffer for what she'd done to him.
She had wanted to go after the woman, but he'd refused to let her, assuring her that his brand of revenge would be of much, much more satisfaction than simply getting frustrated and using the killing curse upon her and leaving her chit of a daughter an orphan.
Soon there were fresh flowers in the rooms, and the pathetic little house elf she'd brought to ensure things were done properly scurried about. Decorators were soon within, filling the space with color and adding final touches to the domicile, and she would be waiting like a good little wife for her husband's return...however, she wasn't his wife, she wasn't even his mistress...what was she to him?
The questions, dark and malicious swirled within her mind, and she rapidly shut them back into the box where they belonged. Surely once he was back she would be more to him, especially since she was the only one that had waited for him to return.
Sometime later, she pressed a box, a parcel to be delivered to Jasmine Serano. It was a gift, or rather several gifts. Innocent children's toys, that hid items that would be beneficial to her friend in the painting, as well as be some of the final items needed to complete the spell to extract him from that cursed painting.
"Now, hopefully her mother won't uncover the truth in your little gift Jasmine, and things will soon get very, very interesting."
She cackled as the house-elf vanished with the parcel clutched in its knobby hands, intent on delivering it quickly.
Healing
Author: Hermione Granger
Date: 04-22-13 18:12
Hermione had been a volunteer at Career Day in years past, but never to promote the field of healing. For years, she had attended the event on behalf of the Ministry of Magic's Spell Research division. Although much was the same, it was a nice change of pace to be at Career Day as a healer.
She had before her an organizational chart of the different floors and wards at St. Mungo's, with information on each field of healing, like pediatrics and spell damage. Hermione also offered informational flyers on the Healing program at St. Emrys, which she herself had gone through, though it had taken longer to complete since she'd had to stop partway through her clinical rotations to go into hiding when Euphemia Smythe-Jones began rounding up Nons like herself.
Just the thought of that period of time in her life, which felt like ages ago even though it really wasn't, had Hermione glancing down the long row of tables to where a certain lawyer sat. His photograph had appeared in the newspaper, naturally, after his surprising win in court a mere two days ago. How he could live with himself after what he'd done, Hermione couldn't even begin to imagine. Though maybe he had quietly supported Smythe-Jones back in the day.
She felt herself grow angry at the smug look on his face and forced herself to look away. Instead, her eyes fell upon Ron and Harry, who were in animated, tag-team conversation with the captive audience before them. Hermione instantly felt a smile pass across her face and started to relax.
"Excuse me, Ma'am?"
Hermione pulled her focus downwards and found herself looking at a little girl who had to be a first year. She was too tiny to be any older than 11 or 12. She also made Hermione feel a trifle old at being called "ma'am".
"Yes? Are you interested in learning about healing?"
"Yes, I am. What kind of healer are you?"
"I work in the emergency ward in spell damage," Hermione explained. She launched into a description of the kind of work she did and cases she saw on a daily basis, editing the less than pleasant parts of her job for the sake of the young girl standing before her.
"If not spell damage, then what other kind of healing would you want to do?" the little girl asked.
"That's a good question," Hermione replied, giving it some thought. "Well, I suppose I would go back to one of my other interests. St. Mungo's has a spell research lab. I used to work there, in fact, as a lab assistant. In the lab, the researchers work on creating new spells or modifying old ones to help healers treat patients."
"That sounds interesting."
"I think so too."
They talked a bit more, and when the girl said, "Thanks for your time, Ma'am", and shuffled on to another table, Hermione found herself staring wistfully after her. Would her own daughter be that inquisitive and polite at 11 or 12? Or would she be more like Ron?
Hermione's eyes traveled in his direction. She saw that he was trying to catch lemon drops in his mouth by throwing them high in the air and then bobbing his head this way and that with his mouth wide open. At least he didn't have a group of students watching at the moment.
Potioneering
Author: Fritz Schnackenpfefferhausen
Date: 04-22-13 19:31
Although Potions is a subject taught at Hogwarts and known to varying degrees by every student in the school, Fritz has several examples of potions and potion-making on display at his table in the Great Hall. Three small, pewter cauldrons simmer with different potions. Flasks and bottles of diverse shapes and sizes and filled with liquids of varying colors and consistencies are also set up on the table. There are even some containers with ingredients on display.
The point of Fritz being at Hogwarts isn't to discuss how certain potions are made or what the different potions are for. He is at Career Day to talk about Potions as a career choice. Fritz has to admit that it is a little awkward discussing jobs relating to potions when two Potions-masters and teachers happen to be in the building with him. Neither are in the Great Hall right now but it's certainly possible Professors Snape and Weasley will wander through at some point during the course of the day.
His point of view isn't going to be like theirs, though. Fritz works in retail at J. Pippin's Potions right there in Hogsmeade. Not only does he brew potions, but he also helps order supplies like glassware and ingredients and stocks items on the store's shelves. Then there's marketing and sales. Fritz wears a lot of hats at work.
He spends time sharing his knowledge with the students who are interested, but a lot of them don't see themselves with a future in Potions. It's well known that Snape doesn't accept too many students into his NEWT-level classes. He takes only the very best, and Fritz had been one such student not too long ago.
During a more lengthly lull at his table, Fritz decides to stretch his legs and wander around the room. He inevitably finds himself where Coco is, at the table for MacFusty's Pets. Although Indigo has left her to go off in search of sustenance, she isn't alone. A bevy of students surround the table and coo at the cute baby animals frolicking around in a basket on the table.
She senses Fritz watching her and briefly meets his gaze. He shoots her a grin, and she smiles back before redirected her attention to the children gathered around her table.
Fritz turns on his heel and decides he's a bit hungry. A quick glance at his table shows that he still doesn't have anybody waiting to find out about potions, so he heads over to the snack table for something to eat.
Devi Linguistic Services Booth
Author: Plum
Date: 04-22-13 21:42
Being involved in the Hogwarts language club Plum is known to some of the students. A small few know her from when they were first years and she was a seventh. On days like today, when she's reminded of such things, Plum can't believe how many years it's been since she was a Hogwarts student.
She's reminded of something else today. Of someone else. Every time Plum sees that ass Reed Wycombe - poor Alanna having to work alongside him today - she is reminded of the Carrow siblings recently released from Azkaban. Thinking of them and Amycus Carrow's association with Hogwarts that put him in Azkaban, she cannot help but think of Ryland Yaxley, deputy headmaster to Harriet Snider's headmistress and the man responsible for Mary Lancaster's death, an incident taking place right here at Hogwarts and witnessed by Plum. If Yaxley were also released from prison Plum isn't sure how she'd react. She hopes she doesn't have to find out.
Plum's thoughts are pulled back to the reason she's in the Great Hall today. A student, looking to her to be a fourth or fifth year, has cleared his throat. Having no idea how long he's been standing there she feels slightly embarrassed. She tries not to show it as she flashes a smile. "Hi, interested in a linguistic career?"
"Maybe. I'm not sure. It could be interesting but I don't even belong to the language club."
"That's fine, you don't have to be a member to be considering linguistics as a career."
"There aren't any language courses offered here so how would I know if I'm taking the right electives?"
"Actually, Ancient Runes can be helpful."
"Really? I take that."
"The words for many charms and spells are based on other languages. That doesn't mean if you excel in a class such as Charms or Transfiguration you'll be good at language. I simply mean that there is a basis there that can help you with certain languages. Another thing to keep in mind is that there are jobs teaching English to non-native speakers."
He scrunches his forehead in thought. "You mean I wouldn't have to learn another language?"
"No, you wouldn't. It's rather helpful if you do but it's not required if teaching others our language. You do, however, have to have a good grasp of English, be able to explain things to others, and have the patience to teach, particularly as those you'd be teaching wouldn't know much, if any, at the beginning."
"What is it you do?"
Plum points to the name of her employer, which is printed on the booth's banner. "Devi Linguistic Services offers translations and translators and from time to time language classes."
"Why would someone need a translator or a translation of something?"
"Let's say you have a business meeting with someone from Sri Lanka who only speaks Tamil and you only speak English. A translator would allow you to have that a face to face meeting. If the meeting is a success and there are contracts or other documents involved, having the parchmentwork translated so that each of you have a copy in a language you read and understand might be something you and the other person would want."
"That makes sense."
"I had someone who found letters that were exchanged between her great grandparents. The letters were written in Polish but she only spoke English. She thought it would be interesting to read the letters so brought them to Devi's for translation. Not only did she get to enjoy reading some wonderful letters, she also learned the names of relatives she never knew she had and found out her great grandparents had bought some Muggle stock no one knew about. This led to a search with the stock certificates located and found to be worth quite a bit of money."
"Cool!"
"I won't pretend that sometimes sitting translating a will or a long legal contract is a thrill a minute but overall, the work is interesting, I've met some nice people, and have gotten to travel to some really great places."
They talk for a few more minutes before the boy moves on, a Devi Linguistic Services tote stuffed with informational handouts and freebies, including some fun fortune cookies with fortunes written in a variety of languages. By that time more students have come to Plum's booth, keeping her too occupied to think more about Ryland Yaxley and the death of the mother she misses so much.
Making The Rounds
Author: Desdemona Diamond
Date: 04-22-13 23:17
I had a chance earlier to speak to Dad when he came in to setup his booth. He was pleasantly surprised, to see me here, and not his other daughter. He wasn't surprised to find I was working security. He turned the tables when he mentioned Wolfie was with his second parents for the day. They were doing muggle things with the little one today, well this afternoon after wake up time in Seattle.
After Wotan had finished setting up, Bronwyn had arrived, fashionably late as always, but still managed to be early enough to have her booth setup before the students arrived. There was no time to talk to her before the students came in. Which was at the same time the two extra Aurors came in, for a total of four in the Hall.
As I walked around the Hall, I noticed that the Ministry of Magic's legal table was near the middle of the room. And more specifically, that Reed had no one watching his exposed back. Unable to fight the impulse, I walked over there. Standing a foot behind Reed, who sat leaned back in his chair and a smug smile on his face, I said loudly enough for him to hear, "Mr. Wycombe, I trust you're enjoying yourself."
Reed about fell out of his chair when he jumped. I kept my professional expression on, instead of busting up laughing. He flipped around to face me with a look of shock mixed with anger. "Fine." Is all he said though.
"Glad to hear it," I answered and turned to walk away. I caught sight of Alanna trying not to laugh as I moved away. However, I think some of the student's weren't as good at holding it in. I simply moved over to Bronwyn and her WWN booth.
"That was me-"
"Fun." I cut her off.
"You're going to-"
"Yup." I turned to get a better view of more of the Hall, "I'm not hurting him."
Bronwyn sighed, and changed the subject, "Did Dad mention Wolfie?"
"All he ever talks about. He's with Mum, until this afternoon when they'll be joined by Dad and the three of them will spend some quality muggle time together." I continued to scan the room as I spoke.
"Security?"
"Yup. How'd you-?"
"You haven't really taken your eyes off the room."
"Good point." At that moment, a young student, probably a first year, wandered over, and looked at me, then the booth, then Bronwyn, and back to me.
"Um, are you…?" She pointed at the booth I was leaning on.
"No, Auror, with the Ministry," I pointed at Bronwyn, "She's the radio personality."
"Really?" The girl suddenly lost her fear of me and moved right next to me to speak to Bronwyn. I decided while Bron was busy to bug Siegfried while I had the chance. Wasn't often I got to see him.