owl to the Sorting Hat; CV for Quidditch/Flying Instructor
Ron Weasley stood in front of Dumbledore's poster in the Great Hall, and immediately sprang to action. He rushed back to his rarely used Slythendor rooms to begin writing his reply. He went to his rarely used desk, pulling out his rarely used quill and parchment to write, and then sat. And sat. And sat some more. Ron Weasley was suffering from a strong case of Writer's Block. Finally, a flash of an idea came to him, and a large decision was made. Spontaneously. Like most of his decisions during the last few months. But they tended to work out, anyway. Right?
Dear Sorting Hat,
Dumbledore's recent request got me to thinking about Hogwarts, past and future. And while it probably has changed for the better (Death-Eaters hardly ever attack anymore, and generally are more creepy than sinister), there is something, I feel, missing that used to be very important.
The fun and excitement of Quidditch.
It used to be every first-year's favorite class, flying. But now there is no instructor, and new students tend to learn from other fellow students, most of whom are not very much more experienced than they are! Therefore, I would like to volunteer my services
Ron Weasley Mister Ron Weasley
Former Gryffindor, Present Slytherin
Explorer of the Chronotope.
Position Desired:
Quidditch/Flying Instructor.
Education:
The Can-Do Daring of the Weasley Clan.
The Ground.
The World is My Textbook.
Hogwarts-Trained (Going on nine years of it, in fact).
Relevant Experiences:
Officially, approximately nine years of flying experience. Unofficially, maybe a few months more. Perhaps.
Drove Flying Car.
Drove Driving Car.
Tutelage under Madame Hooch. There is a heritage here!
Years of Quidditch, including one as Keeper!
Helped defeat Voldemort at least twice.
Escaped (on a broomstick) from Time-Traveling Monks.
" " the Yeti.
" " Time-Traveling Monks (again).
" " Explosion at Muggle Pencil Factory.
" " Angry Albanians.
References
Harry Potter (Hogwarts).
Professor (emeritus) Dumbledore (Hogwarts).
The Order of Time-Travelery Monkery (They were alright in the end).
Jeb the Time-Traveling Walrus (Translator will be needed).
Eloise von Schnauz (Austria).
Mister and Mister Hibake-sans (Japan).
Your Mum, probably (Prevented plot to rid the world of mothers).
Olga Lygia (She's probably around some lions).
Rizwana Thabo (India).
Stylanius Ole (Much younger than his name sounds; Canadian School of Punmanship).
Miranda Warner (Manchester. Please wait ten months until contact, as she has not met me yet. So don't "warn 'er". Ha!)
Dawn Leach (America).
Iris Sandsdown (Ireland).
Julija Zeta (Brazil, but travels often).
More references upon request!
Thank you for your consideration,
Mister Ron Weasley.
Ron sent Pig off with the letter, and rested his hands on his hips, proud of himself for both applying for his first real job ever (those odd jobs and missions over his Gap Year hardly counted, and he almost never got payed), and for finding a way to procrastinate on his reply to Dumbledore. He looked back down on the desk, only to see once again an empty parchment, and a waiting quill.
Bloody hell.
Dear Sorting Hat,
Dumbledore's recent request got me to thinking about Hogwarts, past and future. And while it probably has changed for the better (Death-Eaters hardly ever attack anymore, and generally are more creepy than sinister), there is something, I feel, missing that used to be very important.
The fun and excitement of Quidditch.
It used to be every first-year's favorite class, flying. But now there is no instructor, and new students tend to learn from other fellow students, most of whom are not very much more experienced than they are! Therefore, I would like to volunteer my services
Ron Weasley Mister Ron Weasley
Former Gryffindor, Present Slytherin
Explorer of the Chronotope.
Position Desired:
Quidditch/Flying Instructor.
Education:
The Can-Do Daring of the Weasley Clan.
The Ground.
The World is My Textbook.
Hogwarts-Trained (Going on nine years of it, in fact).
Relevant Experiences:
Officially, approximately nine years of flying experience. Unofficially, maybe a few months more. Perhaps.
Drove Flying Car.
Drove Driving Car.
Tutelage under Madame Hooch. There is a heritage here!
Years of Quidditch, including one as Keeper!
Helped defeat Voldemort at least twice.
Escaped (on a broomstick) from Time-Traveling Monks.
" " the Yeti.
" " Time-Traveling Monks (again).
" " Explosion at Muggle Pencil Factory.
" " Angry Albanians.
References
Harry Potter (Hogwarts).
Professor (emeritus) Dumbledore (Hogwarts).
The Order of Time-Travelery Monkery (They were alright in the end).
Jeb the Time-Traveling Walrus (Translator will be needed).
Eloise von Schnauz (Austria).
Mister and Mister Hibake-sans (Japan).
Your Mum, probably (Prevented plot to rid the world of mothers).
Olga Lygia (She's probably around some lions).
Rizwana Thabo (India).
Stylanius Ole (Much younger than his name sounds; Canadian School of Punmanship).
Miranda Warner (Manchester. Please wait ten months until contact, as she has not met me yet. So don't "warn 'er". Ha!)
Dawn Leach (America).
Iris Sandsdown (Ireland).
Julija Zeta (Brazil, but travels often).
More references upon request!
Thank you for your consideration,
Mister Ron Weasley.
Ron sent Pig off with the letter, and rested his hands on his hips, proud of himself for both applying for his first real job ever (those odd jobs and missions over his Gap Year hardly counted, and he almost never got payed), and for finding a way to procrastinate on his reply to Dumbledore. He looked back down on the desk, only to see once again an empty parchment, and a waiting quill.
Bloody hell.