Seven
The moment I sit down opposite Mr Richard Richards of the Centre for Wand Control, I start having flashbacks of the moment he told me my licence was revoked for using an unauthorised modifier.
I resist the urge to touch my wand, not wanting to draw attention to it in case he thinks I'm up to no good again.
"I'm glad you came in Ms Gemstone."
"I'd prefer it if you called me Amy," I respond. Even Amethyst would be better than Ms Gemstone, I hate that the CWC panders to the bureaucratic system of the rest of the world by having their employees all use surnames.
"Very well, Amethyst. We asked you to come in today because we'd like to make you a job offer."
I blink a couple of times, trying to process exactly what he's saying. "Sorry, what now?"
He smiles uncomfortably. "I said, we
