Could it be, a job?

After weeks of failure to secure even one single job interview, it looks like my luck may be turning. Mr Crouch suggested that I make a trip to the Ministry to drop off my CV. They seem to be looking for some additional support staff, and he thought that I might prove to be a decent fit. I'm sure that my aunt and uncle would be proud to know that my attire and hairstyle were conservative for my visit; the purple can be reserved for around the house, at least until I'm employed.

I spoke briefly with Ms Thompson, who is responsible for hiring new support staff, and I found it encouraging that she even accepted my CV. She said that I should come back first thing Monday morning to queue up with the other applicants.

Wish me luck, this is the closest I've got to a job.