My job is secure. No one else wants it.

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Title: My job is secure. No one else wants it.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Golden Trio, Draco&Friends, Draco/Harry(maybe)
Prompt: A job fair comes to Hogwarts. Harry is expecting a relaxed day listening to presentations and wandering around looking at posters. He quickly discovers, however, that job fairs, like so many other things, are completely different in the wizarding world. Many extremely concerning practical demonstrations occur--Harry manages to get injured during every single one.
 

“Have you decided what you’ll be doing tomorrow? “ Hermione asked, dropping her armful of books down on the Gryffindor table.

The solid ‘thump’ that eight kilograms of knowledge makes when it hits solid oak snapped Harry out of his unfocused haze and sent Neville fumbling with his mail at the other end of the table.

Hermione sat down in front of her books, grabbing an empty plate while simultaneously fixing Harry and Ron with a look that indicated she didn’t trust them to take proper advantage of the educational opportunities offered them without her reminders.

To her credit the looks they were giving her implied that they were not only not taking advantage of the educational opportunities offered, but willfully ignorant of all but the vaguest details.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at Ron. Who, being the one sitting across from her, was in an ideal place for that.

“Your brother is coming all the way from Romania, isn’t he? As a speaker.”

“Mum’s been rambling about Charlie coming for months," Ron said around his mouthful of chocolate plum cake, sounding less than enthralled as he glanced at the poster hanging over Harry’s head.  “During hatching season even! Figure I’ll be spending most of the day helping him with… whatever it is he’s bringing. Putting up posters and handing out scrolls and the like.”

Harry tried to imagine Charlie in Romania, packing up dragon-based visual aids and informative pamphlets like those his uncle had once had on drill bits. He wondered what wizarding infographics looked like, and if there was any word you could attach to wizarding to make it  sound more boring than “infographic” did.

“There’re supposed to be well over four dozen different career representatives coming,” Hermione interrupted, pulling a piece of parchment out of one of her books and brandishing the extensive list of names at the two. She was starting to look just a little bit desperate. “Wizards and witches from all sorts of jobs will be there! What about you, Harry? Moody's doing an Auror demonstration that will probably be fascinating.”

“Probably try a bit of everything,” Harry said. “Wander around. Look at posters. Typical career fair things.”

Ron groaned. “If we weren’t missing Potions the whole thing would be a wash. It’s going to be so bloody boring. Listening to lecture after lecture about wizarding jobs all day.”

His words instantly united every muggle born at the table, and Harry, against him in incredulous frustration. Harry and her shared a brief look and decided without discussion that Ron was thick and they loved him anyways. ( Although Hermione was doubly frustrated, as she took offense to both the implication that learning about wizarding jobs would be boring AND the implication that lectures in general were boring.)

Regardless of if the information was on posters and in pamphlets, Harry doubted it would be boring. Although it would probably be a fair bit calmer than what their lives had been like at this time last year, it would still be interesting to see, Harry figured. And he, for one, was ready for that.

It would be a nice change to spend a quiet day looking at posters, Harry thought. Unaware that that kind of thinking warped the universe around itself to ensure the opposite. (Almost exclusively  for comedic effect.)

“What?” Ron asked bewildered by the looks. Never mind that idea that anyone would find something like an emporium of magical métiers anything less than dull.