Employment Problems

Dear Albert:

Buckbeak's case has been successfully appealed. The committee will hold another hearing on April 10th. I don't know when you'll be free, but come over and have tea with me sometime. We can talk about what you think of it, too.

Please send me a reply by owl.

—Hagrid

Albert took out a fountain pen from his robe pocket and wrote on the back of the note: Tonight at seven.

Then he 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 browsing brochures and flyers for all sorts of magical professions.

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

Holding a pink-and-orange flyer, Shanna shook her head disappointedly. "Most of the magical jobs here don't suit me. It looks like finding a satisfying job isn't easy for wizards either."

"I think you could handle most jobs easily. It's just hard to find one that truly satisfies you." Albert could understand it. Muggle-born wizards always had some trouble adapting when looking for work in the wizarding world.

"Once you graduate, you can just become a housewife and stop worrying about jobs," Aylia teased.

"Have you found anything you like?" Ignoring the remark, Shanna asked instead, "I think you'll have even more choices than I do."

"Not yet. What about you, Angelina?" Aylia shook her head and looked at her friend.

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

Angelina's passion for Quidditch was second to none. Wood's path might suit her as well. Britain had plenty of Quidditch teams, and they always needed new players.

"After you retire, you could also consider becoming a senior Quidditch reporter for the Daily