Believe it not, Bragi Holm, a Danish national, had a job interview at the British Ministry of Magic. He had prepared well. He knew the background of the role he was applying for, he knew the questions most likely to be put to him; he even knew the exact reasons why he wanted the job.
What he didn't know was that he was waiting in the wrong place.
Having been vaguely directed to this modest room by an assistant in a rush, Bragi had sat down politely as instructed, only to be shortly joined by a pleasant-looking lady holding a steaming cup of tea. "Please", he accepted her presence graciously, voice hushed with nerves and respect. "I'd be glad of the company." Distraction, more like.
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What he didn't know was that he was waiting in the wrong place.
Having been vaguely directed to this modest room by an assistant in a rush, Bragi had sat down politely as instructed, only to be shortly joined by a pleasant-looking lady holding a steaming cup of tea. "Please", he accepted her presence graciously, voice hushed with nerves and respect. "I'd be glad of the company." Distraction, more like.