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"Oh god I'm so scared." Cass muttered as she grabbed everything she needed for her job interview.
"It's gonna be fine, you're stressing about nothing." Jasper shook his head while he handed her her bag.
"Thanks." She said as she took it gratefully, "But I've got something to worry about. What if they don't think I'm experienced enough?"
"We've talked about this already. They are gonna ask you a few questions and if they take you, which is likely because they don't have many healers right now, then they will show you how everything works. You know the things you need."
Cass opened her mouth to protest but Jasper cut her off by putting his hand on her mouth, "I can say with confidence that you know them because we studied together and you did amazing." He reassured her.
He took his hand from her mouth again and she let out a shaky breath.
"You're gonna be fine, now go." He chuckled, "I'm gonna be gone by the time you get back because of my interview remember?"
"Thanks." She aired with a slight smile on her face, "And yeah, I remember, good luck."
"I won't need it. They won't be able to resist my charm." Jasper winked at her before practically shoving the girl out the door of their apartment.
Sometimes Cass was jealous of Jasper's confidence and she adored it at the same time.
It didn't take her long until she was in front of the building next to St. Mungo's, in which her job interview would take place.
She walked inside and the first thing she noticed, was, that it was almost empty. Two people were sat on chairs and reading papers. A rather old woman was sitting at the front desk.
"Uhm hello, I am Cassiopeia Black, I'm here for a job interview." She uttered, sounding way more nervous than intended.
"Oh hello dear," The old witch looked up with small eyes, "Walk right through that door, mister Khalil has just finished up." She pointed at a small door to her left.
"Thanks." Cass nodded with a small smile before knocking on the door and walking inside.
Behind a wooden desk sat a man in his mid fourties'. His short hair was black with a few strands of white and a few curls were here and there. He must have been tall because even seated he was ginormous and lanky. Besides his obvious age, he must have kept himself quite well due to how the shirt hugged his body. His skin was darker compared to her paper white one. His tired brown eyes locked with hers and he stood up. He was indeed very tall.
