"That's not funny, Moses," Miranda said with a great twist of her lips. Her, be an auror? Or a healer? Ha! He knew how her grades were, he knew that she couldn't focus on something like that for more than ten minutes, "And anyway, you had to apply like, months ago for those, so."
A teacher wasn't so bad though. Except she didn't really like little kids, and she could definitely not be a professor at Hogwarts. Unless they started a theater class---man, why didn't wizards study stuff like that, huh? They focused on all these theories and doing magic (which made sense, but she's trying to make a point--), but what about all those people who don't end up using magic during every aspect of their lives?!
Sigh.
"Maybe I'll just take over this place," she said, though her eyes were focused on her cup, and they widened to a frightened state at the thought. She really didn't want to run the Leaky Cauldron, no matter how much her parents were egging at least one of their kids to. Jamie and Miranda seemed to be the last hope for it, though, uggh---
Her hair whipped into her face as the first of the post owls began to swoop in, and her head shot up in surprise. "The post!!"
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