Chapter 97 - Story of a Paper Pusher (1/2)

Andrew was what people would call a 'Paper Pusher'

Well, the title said Senior Executive Clerk in the Takeon Telephone Communication but regardless of how fancy the title sounded, the only thing he did all day was keep records, accounts and undertake other routine administrative duties.

All the while making sure that the army of Paper Pushers working under him don't fuċk it up some how.

And he was tired of this life.

Hell, the only reason he had got this job was because his lovely wife had asked her brother, who was the manager of this branch of their company, to land him a job.

And Andrew was grateful for that.

And he was grateful for his lovely wife and his two beautiful daughters.

But no matter how much gratefullness he wanted to be toward his job, at the end of the day when he left the office and went home, he always felt empty.

And there was a good reason why he felt so.

Yes, Andrew was a wizard. A rather talented and powerful one at that. And when he had graduated from Hogwarts, he had done so with great marks and a shine in his eyes and he was sure that he would do something great in his life.

All of those plans came crashing down when he began to date on of his classmates whose grandfather was Pureblood Bigot and had some pull in the ministry.

That Pureblood Bigot especially didn't like the fact that his precious granddaughter was frolicking around with a Mudblood boy.

And by the end of month, he had lost his job that he had worked for his whole life.

Not only that, but all of his other prospects of getting a job were cut off as well and by the end of this whole situation, he realized that if this keeps going on, then he would probably have to find a job as a waiter in the Leaky Cauldron.

Before the end of the second month, because of the pressure put on her by her family, his girlfriend broke up with him.

That heartbreak was the last straw that broke the break of the camel and he decided that he would rather live in the muggle world where he would at least be treated like a fellow human being instead of a 2nd or 3rd class citizen.

The problem was that once he came back to the muggle world, he realized that he had no muggle education and was wholly unsuited for any sophisticated job in this new world.

So he worked as a salesman for a few months before he became an ȧssistant in a library.

But as his family increased, so did the expenses. And after her first delivery, they realized that his simple job as an Assistant in a library just won't cut it for them.

So now here he was.

A Paper Pusher who had practically been doing the same thing every day for the past few years.

And he felt empty.

Empty because he knew that he was capable of so much more than this.

That if he could only return to the magical world. If he could only show those people what he could do, then maybe someone would hire him.

And maybe he would finally be able to do something meaningful with his life.

That was the reason why he was so surprised and excited when he received the letter from Selvin claiming that there was someone in the magical world who was not only interested in giving them a job but also brave enough to deal with the backlash that would come with hiring people like him, who were rejects of the magical world.

Which was why the shock and disappointment was even worse when he realized that he went to give and interview and realized that the one who was taking his interview was an 11 year old child.

So despite the deep disappointment he was feeling in his heart, he did not let it show in his face and gave the interview in as professional manner as he could.

And was actually surprised when the boy looked at his numerous works and pointed out the various mistakes in it.

By the time the boy… no, the young man was done going through his whole portfolio, he was feeling like a dumb child in the presence of a great prophet.

Harry Potter might have been a young but his knowledge of Ancient Runes ran far deeper than even his own.

In fact, by this point Andrew was feeling deeply ashamed of even sitting in the same room as this young man.

And then the other aspects of the interview started.

Questions about his job. His family. His hobbies, etc, etc. All questions that were there to make sure that he was a responsible man and someone who would arrive late in his work and waste the time of everyone else.

And then the Young man brought out his invention that he called Magical Phone and Andrew was floored.

The device was a work of art.

The interview went on for two more hours after that at which point the interview became less like an interview and more like a test in which he did his best to show every last bit of his talent to his future employer.