July 1st, 1894 - Ministry of Magic
Who would have thought that a month after his twenty-seventh birthday that Alvin would be starting a ministry career? Surely not him. By this age he thought he would have had a budding broom business, a decent client base and a solid model or two on the market. He'd still be in the States creating brooms for Quodpot and Quidditch alike and enjoying the freedom of being a bachelor, untethered to anything of substance other than his work.
Now he was home, in his childhood bedroom, with two siblings who would never be the same, a mother who had retired from her own illustrious ministry career to care for them and the sudden looming expectations that he make something of himself so he too, was not a burden to his family. Needless to say this existential crisis was unexpected and unwelcome. He had no choice though, not really and he understood why his mother had done what she had. It was a sacrifice that had to be made and so Alvin could only do the same. He wasn't getting far in his renewed chance at brooms and after the Coming Out Ball at Hogwarts, he was starting to see that he paled in comparison to his peers in many respects. He couldn't continue to waffle between art and brooms with no clear direction or purpose. So, he had signed over the creative license to Penny for the field maple, to do with what she wanted. She could can it or continue on with it, but he regrettably, could no longer be a part. No, it was high time he grew up and found an occupation that was stable and would actually provide a steady income. Hopefully it wouldn't take him too long to build up a savings and finally put himself in a position to be able to do something worthwhile with his life.
His newly minted ministry robes felt scratchy at his neck, but nevertheless, Alvin strode into the atrium of the ministry itself with purpose this morning. He knew brooms, knew them backwards and forward, their charms, their builds and everything else he would need to know to be a success at his position. Privately, he was relieved his mother was no longer in the office he was joining, he didn't need her trying to coddle him through working in her shadow. Once he got the ins and outs of the office down, he would be fine.
If only he could find the office. After a few minutes of wandering around looking for a least a sign as to which direction to go, he stopped somebody crossing the atrium to ask. Good thing he'd come in early. "Excuse me, do you know where the Broom Regulatory Office is?" How obvious was it that it was his first day?
Now he was home, in his childhood bedroom, with two siblings who would never be the same, a mother who had retired from her own illustrious ministry career to care for them and the sudden looming expectations that he make something of himself so he too, was not a burden to his family. Needless to say this existential crisis was unexpected and unwelcome. He had no choice though, not really and he understood why his mother had done what she had. It was a sacrifice that had to be made and so Alvin could only do the same. He wasn't getting far in his renewed chance at brooms and after the Coming Out Ball at Hogwarts, he was starting to see that he paled in comparison to his peers in many respects. He couldn't continue to waffle between art and brooms with no clear direction or purpose. So, he had signed over the creative license to Penny for the field maple, to do with what she wanted. She could can it or continue on with it, but he regrettably, could no longer be a part. No, it was high time he grew up and found an occupation that was stable and would actually provide a steady income. Hopefully it wouldn't take him too long to build up a savings and finally put himself in a position to be able to do something worthwhile with his life.
His newly minted ministry robes felt scratchy at his neck, but nevertheless, Alvin strode into the atrium of the ministry itself with purpose this morning. He knew brooms, knew them backwards and forward, their charms, their builds and everything else he would need to know to be a success at his position. Privately, he was relieved his mother was no longer in the office he was joining, he didn't need her trying to coddle him through working in her shadow. Once he got the ins and outs of the office down, he would be fine.
If only he could find the office. After a few minutes of wandering around looking for a least a sign as to which direction to go, he stopped somebody crossing the atrium to ask. Good thing he'd come in early. "Excuse me, do you know where the Broom Regulatory Office is?" How obvious was it that it was his first day?
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