The International MAgical Co-Operation! Perhaps if he got the position Mr. Holm would run into Konst — Mr. Fisk at some point. Not wanting to be one to flaunt any sort of connection, Amelia was content to merely listen to Mr. Holm's description of the position.

The horses, however, were decidedly losing interest, as Amelia had few treats left to give. "I have no doubt that you will get the position, Mr. Holm." she assured him kindly as she brushed her hands off on her apron. Pointing her wand towards the barn, the sound of the inner paddock swinging open signaled to the animals it was time to turn in. Knowing that this meant more food, they all immediately turned and started making their way towards the barn for the night.

"That's them sorted, now onto the birds —" she murmured to herself before turning her attention back to her friend — and by extension, the topic at hand. "And besides, you are international, technically speaking. Your language skills would likely be valued, would they not?" she continued as she led him out of the enclosure.