Courage | Hermione Granger Lesbian Story

Careers Advice

As though to underline the importance of our exams, pamphlets, leaflets and notices concerning various wizarding careers pop up all over the Hufflepuff common room, and I assume the others too.

The biggest thing on the board currently is,

CAREERS ADVICE
All fifth year students are required to attend a short meeting with their Head of House during the first week of the summer term to discuss their future careers. Times of individual appointments are listed below.

Thumbing down the list, I find I'm expected in Professor Sprout's office at nine in the morning on Monday.

The last evening of the holidays, I'm sat with the trio in their common room, looking through a few career leaflets.

"Well I don't fancy Healing," Ron says, looking up from the leaflet he was just immersed in, "It says here you need an 'E' at N.E.W.T level in Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Blimey, they don't want much do they?"

"Thanks for the reminder Ron." I groan with my head in my hands, and he sympathetically gives me a pat on the back while whispering, 'you're insane'.

"Well it's a responsible job isn't it?" Hermione, somewhat absently, answers Ron while pouring over a fluorescent pink and orange pamphlet about Muggle Relations, "All they want to work with muggles is an O.W.L in Muggle Studies. It says, much more important than grades is your enthusiasm, patience and a good sense of fun!"

I pluck it from her hands, shaking my head, "Not for you love." She rolls her eyes, but agrees.

"You'd need more than a good sense of fun to liase with my uncle," Harry comments darkly, "More like a good sense of when to duck. Hey, Hermione look at this. Gringotts are recruiting Curse-Breakers, they want Arthimancy."

"Don't much fancy banking." Hermione shrugs vaguely, now pouring over 'Have you got what it takes to train security trolls?'

I observe the cover, "Hey Harry, you stuck your wand up a troll's nose didn't you? Maybe not the best career for you."

"And thank you for that reminder." He shudders, wiping his wand with his robe.

Fred and George join us, the former stretching his legs onto our table, "Ginny's had a word with us about you."

George sits on my other side, leaning forward on his elbows, "Says you need to talk to Sirius."

"What?" Hermione turns sharply, the hand that was picking up another leaflet frozen in mid-air.

Harry tries to casually brush it off, "Yeah... yeah, I-"

"Don't be ridiculous. With Umbridge groping the fires and frisking the owls?" She straightens as she admonishes him.

George shrugs, "Well we've found a way around that."

"Ginny thought of it, don't let them take all the credit." I note, playing with the corner of the page I'm reading.

"It's a simple diversion tactic." Fred starts to explain.

"Now, you may have noticed that we have been rather quiet on the mayhem front during the Easter holidays?" George picks up.