Employment Problems

Dear Albert:

Buckbeak's case has been successfully appealed. The committee will hold another hearing on April 20. I don't know when you'll be free, but come over and have tea with me so we can talk about what you think of it.

Please have an owl send me a reply.

—Hagrid

Albert pulled out a pen from his robe pocket and wrote on the back of the note: Seven tonight.

He then let the owl fly away with the note.

"Who's it from?"

"Hagrid. He asked me to have tea at his place when I'm free. Have you found the job you want?"

Albert turned his attention back to his companions, who were leafing through brochures and flyers for various magical careers.

"No, I haven't found anything suitable."

Holding a pink-and-orange flyer, Shanna shook her head in disappointment. "Most of the magical jobs here aren't suitable for me. It seems even wizards don't find it easy to get a job they're satisfied with."

"I think you'd be perfectly capable of handling most jobs. It's just hard to find one you'd actually be satisfied with." Albert understood that Muggle Wizards always found it somewhat difficult to adapt when looking for work in the magical world.

"After graduation, you could just become a housewife and not have to worry about work," Aaliyah teased.

"Is there anything here you like?" Shanna ignored the remark and asked instead. "I think you'd have even more options than I do."

"Not for now. What about you, Angelina?" Aaliyah shook her head and looked at her friend.

"I'm considering becoming a professional Quidditch player."

Angelina's passion for Quidditch was second to no one's. Wood's path might suit her as well. After all, England had plenty of Quidditch teams, and they always needed new players.

"After you retire,