ALULA (VOL. 3)
Time to put things into perspective- into order.
When a war has begun there's no waiting for children to group up. Alula Nova Black knows this too well. The last thing needed is a government who are corrupt in thinking everything is o...
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careers, fires & swamps
{1996}
The Office of Minerva McGonagall
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Alula's day wasn't going well. She was in such a bad mood by the time she got to Divination that she had quite forgotten her careers appointment with Professor McGonagall, remembering it only when Ron asked her why she wasn't in her office. She hurtled back upstairs and arrived out of breath, only a few minutes late. Alula hated being late and being late for a teacher she liked made the guilt worse.
'Sorry, Professor,' she panted, as she closed the door. 'I forgot.'
'No matter, Black,' she said briskly, but as she spoke, somebody else sniffed from the corner.
Alula looked around.
Professor Umbridge was sitting there, a clipboard on her knee, a fussy little pie-frill around her neck and a small, horribly smug smile on her face.
'Sit down, Black,' said Professor McGonagall tersely. Her hands shook slightly as she shuffled the many pamphlets littering her desk.
Alula sat down with her back to Umbridge and did her best to pretend she could not hear the scratching of her quill on her clipboard.
'Well, Black, this meeting is to talk over any career ideas you might have, and to help you decide which subjects you should continue into the sixth and seventh years,' said Professor McGonagall. 'Have you had any thoughts about what you would like to do after you leave Hogwarts?'
'Er - ' said Alula.
She was finding the scratching noise from behind her very distracting.
'Yes?' Professor McGonagall prompted Alula.
'Well, I thought of, maybe, being an Alchemist,' Alula mumbled.
'You'd need top grades for that,' said Professor McGonagall, extracting a small, purple and green leaflet from under the mass on her desk and opening it. "They ask for a minimum of five NEWTs, and nothing under "Exceeds Expectations" grade, I see. Then you would be required to undergo a stringent series of character and aptitude tests at the Ministry for safety and your aim in chemical study. It's a difficult career path, Black, they only take the best. In fact, I don't think anybody has been taken on in the last three years.'
At this moment, Professor Umbridge gave a very tiny cough, as though she was trying to see how quietly she could do it. Professor McGonagall ignored her.
'You'll want to know which subjects you ought to take, I suppose?' she went on, talking a little louder than before.
'Yes,' said Alula. 'Potions and Alchemy, I suppose?'
