"𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮"
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IN WHICH ~ Jupiter Cassiopeia Lestrange thought she could escape her family's dark legacy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but in her second year, Tom Riddle's diar...
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"If it doesn't challenge you, it doesn't change you."
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'CAREER ADVICE All fifth years will be required to attend a short meeting with their Head of House during the first week of the Summer term, in which they will be given the opportunity to discuss their future careers. Times of individual appointments are listed below.'
Jupiter looked down the list and found that she was expected in Professor McGonagall's office at two on Monday, which would mean missing most of Divination. She and the other fifth years had spent a considerable part of the final weekend of the Easter break reading all the career information that had been left there for their perusal, although, Jupiter already knew what she was going to do.
"Honestly, Jove, I don't know why you fancy being a healer..." Ron shuddered on the last evening of the holidays. He was immersed in a leaflet that carried the crossed bone- and-wand emblem of St. Mungo's on its front. "It says here you need at least an E at N.E.W.T. level in Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. I mean... blimey... Don't want much, do they?"
"Honestly, Ron, that's not usually a hard task for anyone with half a brain..." Jupiter said, briefly scanning over a pamphlet for a robe-maker.
Ron's ears turned pink as he put down the leaflet, mumbling something unintelligible. Hermione, sitting across from them, gave a small smile before returning to her own reading.
"I think it's great that you want to be a healer," Hermione said, looking up. "There's a real need for them, especially after everything that's been happening with You-Know-Who. And you're brilliant at Potions anyways."
Jupiter nodded absentmindedly, her eyes still scanning the pamphlet in front of her. Healing had always appealed to her, though — the idea of helping people recover, of mending what was broken, felt like something she was meant to do. Maybe it was because she'd spent so much time watching her boyfriend in pain, whether from curses or Quidditch injuries, or maybe it was the thought of being able to do something meaningful in the looming war ahead. Either way, it felt right.
"I suppose," she muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "It just feels like... I don't know, it would be a good way to make a difference. After everything that's happened."
"Still, Potions..." Ron groaned, bringing her back to the present. "I can barely make it through class without melting my cauldron. How're you supposed to make a career out of it?"
Jupiter laughed. "You've just got to concentrate more. Besides, Snape's not going to be around forever."
"Yeah, lucky for you," Harry muttered, earning a glare and a shove to the shoulder from Jupiter. "I'm kidding," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to prevent being shoved again. "Everyone knows you'll be an amazing healer."
