diagon alley "I'm so sorry, Remus, it's just too much of a liability. We'd lose half our customers."
Remus smiled tightly and nodded. Well, that's another job lost, thanks to the bloody Ministry's restrictions. "Of course. I understand."
The woman seemed contrite, at least. "You're one of the best employees we have, you certainly work harder than the usual prats we hire... I tried to put this off as long as I could, believe me."
"I know you did. Thank you for that." His expression gentled. It really wasn't her fault, after all. He knew she'd gone to bat for him against the Ministry, tried to claim that, since he always worked in the back and never had any contact with the customers, the sign proclaiming there was a werewolf on staff was unnecessary.
He's not blindsided by this; he knew it was only a matter of time before the Ministry forced her hand.
"Sorry to call you in on your day off just to tell you this. You'll still get your last paycheck, and of course I'll be happy to provide a reference for you." She seems relieved that he's not more upset. It's not easy news to deliver.
He thanks her and they go through the administrative procedure of ending his employment and within the hour, he's out the door, the beginnings of a headache forming.
He's going to have to ask James for rent money again... It doesn't matter that Prongs has money coming out his ears and is all too happy to give it out to his friends with no shaming, it doesn't matter that paying his rent five bloody years in advance wouldn't even put a dent in the Potter account, he just-- hates that he can't do it himself. It's not for a lack of effort.
It's early still, but he needs a bloody drink. The Leaky Couldron won't turn him away at the door, so he heads in that direction.
ministry of magic [Remus doesn't work at the Ministry (or anywhere, currently), but he's there at least once a month to check in with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, as all registered werewolves are required to do. The entire process is slow and irritating, the questions are often far too invasive for his liking, and it takes all he has to maintain a calm, pleasant demeanor throughout the whole thing as he's treated either like an invalid incapable of caring for himself, or like a beast.
But he forces himself to stay composed, because showing his frustration would mean they've won. It'd mean another message from Greyback that, if he would just come and join his own kind, if he would just come to work for the Minister, all this hassle would go away. Isn't it nice, how they've set up a job program just for werewolves? Doesn't that sound so much better than trying to scrape out a living on his own?
Nevermind the Ministry's the one that's made doing that impossible.
With all the waiting and shuffling around from office to office, and how much busier the Ministry is than usual, he's there nearly the entire day. Other than the bit of toast and jam he'd shoved down before Apparating to the Ministry that morning, he hasn't been given a chance to eat at all. He doesn't complain, though his stomach certainly does. By the time he's finally able to leave, his patience is fraying.]
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"I'm so sorry, Remus, it's just too much of a liability. We'd lose half our customers."
Remus smiled tightly and nodded. Well, that's another job lost, thanks to the bloody Ministry's restrictions. "Of course. I understand."
The woman seemed contrite, at least. "You're one of the best employees we have, you certainly work harder than the usual prats we hire... I tried to put this off as long as I could, believe me."
"I know you did. Thank you for that." His expression gentled. It really wasn't her fault, after all. He knew she'd gone to bat for him against the Ministry, tried to claim that, since he always worked in the back and never had any contact with the customers, the sign proclaiming there was a werewolf on staff was unnecessary.
He's not blindsided by this; he knew it was only a matter of time before the Ministry forced her hand.
"Sorry to call you in on your day off just to tell you this. You'll still get your last paycheck, and of course I'll be happy to provide a reference for you." She seems relieved that he's not more upset. It's not easy news to deliver.
He thanks her and they go through the administrative procedure of ending his employment and within the hour, he's out the door, the beginnings of a headache forming.
He's going to have to ask James for rent money again... It doesn't matter that Prongs has money coming out his ears and is all too happy to give it out to his friends with no shaming, it doesn't matter that paying his rent five bloody years in advance wouldn't even put a dent in the Potter account, he just-- hates that he can't do it himself. It's not for a lack of effort.
It's early still, but he needs a bloody drink. The Leaky Couldron won't turn him away at the door, so he heads in that direction.
ministry of magic
[Remus doesn't work at the Ministry (or anywhere, currently), but he's there at least once a month to check in with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, as all registered werewolves are required to do. The entire process is slow and irritating, the questions are often far too invasive for his liking, and it takes all he has to maintain a calm, pleasant demeanor throughout the whole thing as he's treated either like an invalid incapable of caring for himself, or like a beast.
But he forces himself to stay composed, because showing his frustration would mean they've won. It'd mean another message from Greyback that, if he would just come and join his own kind, if he would just come to work for the Minister, all this hassle would go away. Isn't it nice, how they've set up a job program just for werewolves? Doesn't that sound so much better than trying to scrape out a living on his own?
Nevermind the Ministry's the one that's made doing that impossible.
With all the waiting and shuffling around from office to office, and how much busier the Ministry is than usual, he's there nearly the entire day. Other than the bit of toast and jam he'd shoved down before Apparating to the Ministry that morning, he hasn't been given a chance to eat at all. He doesn't complain, though his stomach certainly does. By the time he's finally able to leave, his patience is fraying.]
m.i.a.v.i.
un: r.lupin
I am offering professional-quality removal of household infestations and nuisances such as boggarts, pixies, doxys, etc. for a very reasonable price. Contact for rates, please include the type and estimated number of creature. Serious inquiries only.wildcard
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