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Date: August 11th, 1999
Setting: Tadfield Manor, lobby
Status: Public
Summary: Amnesiac Harry seeks employment
The young wizard stepped apprehensively into the lobby. He couldn’t actually remember that he was a wizard, of course, or that The Daily Prophet had dubbed him ‘The Chosen One’; in fact, had you told him that such a newspaper existed he would have probably looked at you in a very strange manner indeed. All he really knew about his life before the accident was that his initials were HP, that he possessed a finely crafted eleven inch stick made from holly and that he’d somehow acquired a lightning shaped tattoo on his forehead. It wasn’t much to go on, but Hugo Perkins - as he’d been dubbed by the staff at the hospital - was optimistic that one day everything would click back into place.
In the meantime he needed a job. Any job would do. Well, within reason anyway, he really didn’t think that he wanted a job at the Trojan Warrior Escort Agency, like that Mr. Huge Perky whose mail he kept receiving by accident. He’d seen the ad for the vacancies at Tadfield Manor in one of the local papers at Patel’s Newsagents. It had seemed like a good idea to have a go at applying; though he hadn’t expected the place to look quite this daunting.
Taking a deep breath he walked over to the desk and hit the bell.
“Hello,” he called, when no answer was forthcoming. “Is there anybody here?”
In his left hand he held a cream sheet of paper emblazoned with the words Tadfield Manor: Staff Application Form, which had been written upon in what was desperately trying to be neat handwriting.
Name: Hugo Perkins (well I don’t know if this is actually my real name, I’ve got amnesia you see and nobody’s managed to find out who I am)
Age: They said I’m probably aged about seventeen or eighteen.
Type of being: Human (I think).
Job desired: waiter, glass collector, cleaning assistant or something of that nature.
Previous work and/or relevant experience: Well I’m not really sure how much experience I’ve had, what with not having a memory any further back than five months ago. Though I do usually wash the cups and tidy up after our support group meetings and once helped out for the afternoon at Mr. Patel’s newsagents in Upper Tadfield. Plus I’m willing to work really hard.
Work availability (please indicate preferred days and hours): Well, I can work at any time apart from Tuesday evenings (support group) and daytime on Saturday (medical checkups).
Please list your references here:
Mr. R. Patel,
Patel’s Newsagents,
Barking Road,
Upper Tadfield.
Dr. D.T. Birkett,
Head Injuries Support Group Co-ordinator,
Upper Tadfield General Hospital (But only on Tuesdays)
Setting: Tadfield Manor, lobby
Status: Public
Summary: Amnesiac Harry seeks employment
The young wizard stepped apprehensively into the lobby. He couldn’t actually remember that he was a wizard, of course, or that The Daily Prophet had dubbed him ‘The Chosen One’; in fact, had you told him that such a newspaper existed he would have probably looked at you in a very strange manner indeed. All he really knew about his life before the accident was that his initials were HP, that he possessed a finely crafted eleven inch stick made from holly and that he’d somehow acquired a lightning shaped tattoo on his forehead. It wasn’t much to go on, but Hugo Perkins - as he’d been dubbed by the staff at the hospital - was optimistic that one day everything would click back into place.
In the meantime he needed a job. Any job would do. Well, within reason anyway, he really didn’t think that he wanted a job at the Trojan Warrior Escort Agency, like that Mr. Huge Perky whose mail he kept receiving by accident. He’d seen the ad for the vacancies at Tadfield Manor in one of the local papers at Patel’s Newsagents. It had seemed like a good idea to have a go at applying; though he hadn’t expected the place to look quite this daunting.
Taking a deep breath he walked over to the desk and hit the bell.
“Hello,” he called, when no answer was forthcoming. “Is there anybody here?”
In his left hand he held a cream sheet of paper emblazoned with the words Tadfield Manor: Staff Application Form, which had been written upon in what was desperately trying to be neat handwriting.
Name: Hugo Perkins (well I don’t know if this is actually my real name, I’ve got amnesia you see and nobody’s managed to find out who I am)
Age: They said I’m probably aged about seventeen or eighteen.
Type of being: Human (I think).
Job desired: waiter, glass collector, cleaning assistant or something of that nature.
Previous work and/or relevant experience: Well I’m not really sure how much experience I’ve had, what with not having a memory any further back than five months ago. Though I do usually wash the cups and tidy up after our support group meetings and once helped out for the afternoon at Mr. Patel’s newsagents in Upper Tadfield. Plus I’m willing to work really hard.
Work availability (please indicate preferred days and hours): Well, I can work at any time apart from Tuesday evenings (support group) and daytime on Saturday (medical checkups).
Please list your references here:
Mr. R. Patel,
Patel’s Newsagents,
Barking Road,
Upper Tadfield.
Dr. D.T. Birkett,
Head Injuries Support Group Co-ordinator,
Upper Tadfield General Hospital (But only on Tuesdays)