My father taught me to work; he did not teach me to love it.
[Diagon Alley]
[Early Afternoon]
[Anyone]
Draco had visited about hundred shops in these last few days and he was certain his pile of resumes was no lighter then it had been when he started. The name which had once garnered such respect now brought instant disapproval. No one wanted a Malfoy working for them.
To be honest, Draco never thought he'd be as desperate as to try for a job in most of these places. It hadn't been this hard in France. With his grades he'd easily found a job working in an apothecary. Far from the Ministry job he would have been guaranteed in his youth, but times were different now; he was slowly started to get used to it.
Running a hand through his silver hair he let out a heavy sigh, shifting his load and looking down the street for a shop he hadn't tried. He was not going to give up.
[Early Afternoon]
[Anyone]
Draco had visited about hundred shops in these last few days and he was certain his pile of resumes was no lighter then it had been when he started. The name which had once garnered such respect now brought instant disapproval. No one wanted a Malfoy working for them.
To be honest, Draco never thought he'd be as desperate as to try for a job in most of these places. It hadn't been this hard in France. With his grades he'd easily found a job working in an apothecary. Far from the Ministry job he would have been guaranteed in his youth, but times were different now; he was slowly started to get used to it.
Running a hand through his silver hair he let out a heavy sigh, shifting his load and looking down the street for a shop he hadn't tried. He was not going to give up.