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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 13, 2006 22:05:31 GMT -5
The office of Deputy Raynor had been overtaken by pamphlets, advertisements for jobs, and steaming plates of chocolate chip biscuits and pots of spice teas (the Professor's current craze). Her fifth year Ravenclaws had been filing in and out of the office all week, and if they did not come out with as much hope for their dream career as they went in, they at least came out with a full stomach.
She had returned to her own body not too long ago, and all the signs of pregnancy that had plagued Charlie, now plagued her. At about week five of the first trimester she woke almost every day to morning sickness, she had to pee constantly, Banks had more than once fallen victim to sudden fits of anger and tears, and she kept on wanting to smother the cookies in front of her with mustard! Pregnancy was misery.
Avoiding the craving, she instead took a sip of a cup of tea gingerly. The next appointment she believed was with one Arianna Shriver. It only just then occurred to the Deputy that she not even the slightest idea as to what the girl wanted to be.
Well, she was apparently going to find out. And.... she really wanted mustard covered biscuits.
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Post by arianna on Apr 13, 2006 23:37:21 GMT -5
Numerous emotions and thoughts had hit Arianna in the weeks before her meeting with Professor Raynor. She known this meeting was coming up, but still was at a loss to what, exactly, she wanted to do in the future. Arianna had even searched numerous books in the library to find something that might suit her; a daily job that she would be excited to wake for. A few jobs had caught her interest, but there was either not enough information about the subject or too much. Hopefully her Head of House could help her better to know what to do.
"Professor?" Arianna knocked twice on Raynor's door before gently pushing it open and peering inside. She stepped quickly inside, shutting the door behind her, then moved to the chair set in front of Raynor's desk. Arianna felt the need to say something right away, but her mind was suddenly blank, so she only sat and smiled weakly at the professor.
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 14, 2006 12:05:35 GMT -5
"Ah, Miss Shriver, come in, come in," she coaxed as the girl stepped timidly into the office and took a seat in front of her, managing to offer a small smile, which the Deputy returned tenfold as she offered the plate of cookies to Ravenclaw.
"Have a biscuit, Arianna, they are the elves specialty, well, in my opinion at least," she suggested warmly, attempting to ease the girl's obvious nerves. Ari had not been among the first to enter the office like such. Recalling her own Career Advice meeting, Raynor could not rightful recall being nervous. Actually, Flitwick had been the nervous one... he nearly had a heat attack when she told she wanted to be a healer....
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Post by arianna on Apr 15, 2006 17:28:35 GMT -5
"Thank you," Arianna spoke quietly as she reached for a cookie. She wasn't quite sure why she was even nervous. She wasn't in trouble. It was just a meeting to determine her future. The future for which she had no clue what she was going to do. Perhaps that was the reason Arianna was so edgy today.
"Um...Professor?" the girl finally spoke up. The cookie remained uneaten in her hand. "I still have no clue what I'm going to do. I've searched and searched, but...."
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 15, 2006 20:39:29 GMT -5
Reaching for a cookie herself, Raynor paused lip trembling, and then with a heavy sigh that seemed more like a silent scold or curse against herself, reached into her desk and retrieved a jar of mustard she had tucked in there. Mustard. Of all things, it had to be mustard. Of all the condiments, she abhorred this one the most. And worse, not just any mustard, but the spicy brown kind.
Slavering the cookie in the substance, she smiled in return to Arianna.
"That is the entire point of this meeting, my dear, if you knew exactly what you wanted to do at fifteen, I would worry. We are not going to pick out an exact job for you that you must now set your entire life on, but rather perhaps give you some ideas and tell you how you should guide your studies from here on out to perhaps prepare for some of those ideas."
A bit more mustard was knifed on. She would have to ask Banks to get her another jar, she was reaching the bottom of this one.
"Unless of course, you wish to narrow it down to something precise."
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Post by arianna on Apr 16, 2006 0:29:12 GMT -5
Arianna had a hard time focusing on the professor's words as she watched, with bewilderment, as the woman pulled out a jar of what appeared to be mustard. Her suspicions were found correct when the girl read the name on the jar. Arianna had nothing against mustard, but when Raynor slathered some on her cookie, the girl had to try hard not to gag. Who in the world would eat such a thing? Raynor, obviously, but Arianna wasn't about to ask why.
"Precise, yes," Arianna repeated, adding a short nod. "It makes it easier for me to focus when I know what I'm going for."
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 16, 2006 17:07:57 GMT -5
Taking a bite into the cookie, Professor Raynor relaxed noticiably; craving at last satisfied. At such a combination, she would have gaged as well, but currently it was the sweetest, most glorious deliacacy. Chewing, she swallowed before replying to the girl.
"Very well, as you wish," putting the mustard jar away and placing the cookie on a napkin to one side, she considered the Ravenclaw before her.
"Well, quite simply, what do you like to do in your spare time?"
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Post by arianna on Apr 16, 2006 18:37:16 GMT -5
"Draw. And paint," Arianna replied immediately. Anyone would know that much, though. "I also like reading and being outside."
And there it was. Three, well...four things. But how in the world was she supposed to make a career out of those? She could think of a few things if she were to stay on the Muggle side of things, but what if she wanted one in the magic world?
"But if it counts for anything," she added quietly. "I did like working in the Hospital Wing when they let me. For a while I even wanted to be a Healer, but now I'm not so sure."
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 19, 2006 17:25:10 GMT -5
Two very hard aspects to combine with a magical career indeed, but not impossible. The Daily Prophet offered plenty of Reporting jobs, which might hit on being outside and traveling, but that was more writing and picture taking than actual artistic work. Dragon Research. It would require much research and reading of books, being outdoors for long hours to observe the dragons, and write and draw observations. It might work.
The Professor opened her mouth to propose this, when Arianna came out with a rather surprising career choice. The same one Tamis herself had chosen and risen to, if briefly.
"That is an honorable choice, and a highly responsible one, it would require a lot of -- not so sure, Miss Marlow. Simply a change of heart?"
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Post by arianna on Apr 20, 2006 1:02:45 GMT -5
Arianna shifted her body slightly in the chair. She remembered the cookie in her hand and stared down at it a moment before taking a small nibble. Letting herself chew and then swallow, the girl then spoke.
"What do you mean?" she asked, a slight frown gracing her lips. It was certainly not what she had expected to hear. The last person she had told about her possible aspirations had told her something quite different. Arianna had never quite believed him, though.
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 23, 2006 16:32:21 GMT -5
Eyebrows furrowing, the Head of House considered the girl before her, quite an unusual question. She poured a cup of tea for herself, adding a decent amount of honey to it. After a short silence broken only by the spoon she was stirring with banging against the china, she spoke up.
"Well, Miss Marlow, healing is an honorable task to make a career out of. You dedicate your life to helping others and finding cures and remedies. Quite noble, more so than say, aurorship would ever be. Coming from a past of both, I can speak with experience," she paused, "you said you were not so sure? I simply asked if you had a change of heart. It happens a lot. Most never come threw with their childhood dream-careers."
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Post by arianna on Apr 23, 2006 17:28:49 GMT -5
Arianna thought this over. One of the reasons she doubted her choice was the very reason for WHY she had chosen it in the first place. Now that that reason was long gone, Arianna wasn't sure she would enjoy it as much.
"Well, I do like helping people," she spoke slowly, still trying to figure what she was trying to say. "It's just....I don't want to turn out like Eion. I mean, he was great at being the nurse's assistant. I think most of us preferred him over the nurses sometimes. But...then he became a Healer himself and...I don't know. He always commented that he didn't think I had 'the touch.' Which I thought was silly. I mean, I know it takes a special kind of person to be a Healer, but he made it out like healing itself is some great gift bestowed on you at birth....I don't want to be like that."
"I also don't know if I can handle the reponsibility," Arianna admitted in a quieter voice. Her head dropped down and she was staring at her cookie again. "Small injuries and broken bones are no big deal, but having someone's life in my hands...."
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 25, 2006 16:36:18 GMT -5
Eion. It took her a moment to recall the boy, it had been a number of years after all. True, she had not really taken the imitative to create more knowledgeable bonds with the boy before he left Hogwarts, she knew enough to follow. Well, if anything it did not appear that he had been blessed with the gift of motivational speeching at birth.
"Nonsense. Complete rubbish," Tamis scolded blatantly, "Miss Shriver, I was the most unruly, disgraceful youth when I was your age. A complete idiot, if I may so, and one who thought it would be more than wicked to be a healer. I have never heard of this "touch", and if one was to say I had any such thing, they would be a lunatic. There is no grand innate ability, and buffoon can become a healer if they have the wits and the dedication. If you like helping others, then you are on the way."
The professor studied the Ravenclaw again, whom was now quite intent on her cookie and gave a sigh. "Questions such as 'can I handle it' are going to present themselves to you many times, Miss Shriver. But if it is really what you want to do, I am sure you can handle it, and that you won't end up as some foolish nurses assistant."
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Post by arianna on Apr 26, 2006 23:53:05 GMT -5
Well, that certainly helped Arianna feel better. Not the part about buffoons becoming healers, of course. Could she really trust herself to a bumbling idiot? Arianna didn't think so. Nor did she believe she was one herself. The girl believed she was quite capable of becoming a healer.
"So...I want to be a healer," Arianna repeated, letting herself smile widely. She'd become a healer, help loads of people, and be sure to let Eion know what was what about the whole healer business if she ever ran into him again.
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 27, 2006 17:59:56 GMT -5
"Oh, very good Miss Marlow, very good indeed. It is a difficult career path where studies are concerned, however, I have complete confidence that you will be able to handle it," grand praise indeed. The Professor shuffled through the pile on her desk and eventually passed a pamphlet to Arianna that bore the emblem of a wand crossed with a bone.
"St. Mungos is by far the best place to attempt to go, of course. There are other wizarding hospitals in the area, but none can match Mungos. They personally train their staff, producing some of the greatest healers in the wizarding world."
She paused for a moment, giving the girl a chance to look through it, "therefore, they are quite strict on admittance. They require an E at N.E.W.T.s level in Potions and Herbology naturally, as well as Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, as many magical maladies are spell related. Which means you need to get through the O.W.Ls in those subjects first."
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