"Of course," Juliana said, offering a blindingly bright smile. In reality there was little she wanted less than to revisit any of the questions. She was nervous enough as it was without having this tacit confirmation that she'd botched one of her earlier answers. Right now what she wanted was for the interview to be over, so that she could go home and make a warm cup of tea and maybe reconsider her decision to leave the House of Lytton — or maybe not. She didn't know. She didn't enjoy interviewing in general, and there had been several rounds already for this position, but she thought she would enjoy the work well enough. That was more than she could say for her work with Camilla at present. Maybe it was worth a few isolated incidents of being terribly uncomfortable to escape the predicament she'd found herself in at the House of Lytton.
She ought to see this as an opportunity, because he didn't have to ask her again. He could have just written it down as a mark against her and moved on — if he was taking the time to ask, then that meant she must have at least been in moderate contention for the position. She could handle this. She was actually very good at multitasking.
"There's multitasking in my job, which of course I do a lot of. At the House of Lytton there's the appointment book to manage, sometimes months in advance, and reminders and follow up messages to send by owl, vendors to take care of, seamstresses and designers to hire and pay — and designers can be rather flighty, so managing them can be rather labor-intensive, even when I don't have any input or interest in the creative aspect." This was, of course, to say nothing of the emotional regulation she'd been performing for Camilla ever since her brother's death. "And before I worked at Lytton I was a personal assistant, which also involved many of the same types of tasks. But there's also multitasking in my personal life," she continued briskly. Having said nothing but vague philosophy on her first attempt at this question she was now determined to overwhelm the Minister with practical examples, apparently. "I'm sure you have this in your notes already, but I left Hogwarts at fifteen, which meant from that age on I was responsible for my own education." If her lack of OWLs was going to be a dealbreaker for this job, so be it — there was nothing to be done about it now. "Which I took very seriously. I've actually had a few reviews published, of research and scholarly books, and I was doing that in addition to... all of the social obligations expected of a young woman," she said, with a slightly tired expression. The mere concept of the season exhausted her. "And helping my brother from time to time in the bookstore, and everything else."
She ought to see this as an opportunity, because he didn't have to ask her again. He could have just written it down as a mark against her and moved on — if he was taking the time to ask, then that meant she must have at least been in moderate contention for the position. She could handle this. She was actually very good at multitasking.
"There's multitasking in my job, which of course I do a lot of. At the House of Lytton there's the appointment book to manage, sometimes months in advance, and reminders and follow up messages to send by owl, vendors to take care of, seamstresses and designers to hire and pay — and designers can be rather flighty, so managing them can be rather labor-intensive, even when I don't have any input or interest in the creative aspect." This was, of course, to say nothing of the emotional regulation she'd been performing for Camilla ever since her brother's death. "And before I worked at Lytton I was a personal assistant, which also involved many of the same types of tasks. But there's also multitasking in my personal life," she continued briskly. Having said nothing but vague philosophy on her first attempt at this question she was now determined to overwhelm the Minister with practical examples, apparently. "I'm sure you have this in your notes already, but I left Hogwarts at fifteen, which meant from that age on I was responsible for my own education." If her lack of OWLs was going to be a dealbreaker for this job, so be it — there was nothing to be done about it now. "Which I took very seriously. I've actually had a few reviews published, of research and scholarly books, and I was doing that in addition to... all of the social obligations expected of a young woman," she said, with a slightly tired expression. The mere concept of the season exhausted her. "And helping my brother from time to time in the bookstore, and everything else."
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