Private message to Megan Jones
Sep. 5th, 2013 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_sally_anneMegan,
You may remember that my foster family is the Strettons (Jeremy Stretton was a Ravenclaw a few years ahead of us). They own a load of farms up near Coventry, worked on by muggle labourers.
For complicated reasons I might or might not be going there for Christmas hols (I don't know yet -- ask me in person if you want to know more, it's too complicated to write it all out). I turn 17 in the spring (DURING spring hols) and Mrs Stretton noted that once I turn 17 I can go where I like, and she invited me to come work for them when I'm done with NEWTs.
I am not going to. I have other plans, and even if they fall through I have backup plans that don't involve the Strettons. But it occurred to me that you might be interested in the opportunity, and they'd probably be pleased to have you. The Strettons like hiring half-bloods and they're particularly fond of Hufflepuffs. Which means you should be careful, because they like Hufflepuffs because you're loyal, and half-bloods because we don't have as many opportunities, and that means they will underpay you until they absolutely can't get away with it any more. Mrs Stretton offered me a starting salary of 6 galleons per week, with the promise that she'd raise it to 8 galleons after six months if I was satisfactory. She also said I could keep sleeping in my old room -- there's plenty of space, so assume that comes with housing.
The job would likely involve all sorts of odd work. Over the years they've had me monitor the journals for jam orders; every Christmas they have me hand-deliver baskets of jam by floo; they have me check in with overseers on the various work gangs, especially if something's slowing production. They've had me fix the machinery (that sounds hard, but it's really not). They've had me babysit their children. They've had me taste-test the jams (not very often) and work in the production line making the jams (a bit more often).
Anyway. Since I'm probably not going back there for Christmas, and since they're always desperate for any help they can get right before the holidays, if you ARE interested I can introduce you to Mrs Stretton and you can see if your foster mother will give you permission to spend the holidays somewhere else. You won't get paid at Christmas, mind you, but they always let me raid the cupboard of jams with the labels on crooked to send as my own gifts.
Think about it. If you have any questions about them I'm happy to answer them.
You may remember that my foster family is the Strettons (Jeremy Stretton was a Ravenclaw a few years ahead of us). They own a load of farms up near Coventry, worked on by muggle labourers.
For complicated reasons I might or might not be going there for Christmas hols (I don't know yet -- ask me in person if you want to know more, it's too complicated to write it all out). I turn 17 in the spring (DURING spring hols) and Mrs Stretton noted that once I turn 17 I can go where I like, and she invited me to come work for them when I'm done with NEWTs.
I am not going to. I have other plans, and even if they fall through I have backup plans that don't involve the Strettons. But it occurred to me that you might be interested in the opportunity, and they'd probably be pleased to have you. The Strettons like hiring half-bloods and they're particularly fond of Hufflepuffs. Which means you should be careful, because they like Hufflepuffs because you're loyal, and half-bloods because we don't have as many opportunities, and that means they will underpay you until they absolutely can't get away with it any more. Mrs Stretton offered me a starting salary of 6 galleons per week, with the promise that she'd raise it to 8 galleons after six months if I was satisfactory. She also said I could keep sleeping in my old room -- there's plenty of space, so assume that comes with housing.
The job would likely involve all sorts of odd work. Over the years they've had me monitor the journals for jam orders; every Christmas they have me hand-deliver baskets of jam by floo; they have me check in with overseers on the various work gangs, especially if something's slowing production. They've had me fix the machinery (that sounds hard, but it's really not). They've had me babysit their children. They've had me taste-test the jams (not very often) and work in the production line making the jams (a bit more often).
Anyway. Since I'm probably not going back there for Christmas, and since they're always desperate for any help they can get right before the holidays, if you ARE interested I can introduce you to Mrs Stretton and you can see if your foster mother will give you permission to spend the holidays somewhere else. You won't get paid at Christmas, mind you, but they always let me raid the cupboard of jams with the labels on crooked to send as my own gifts.
Think about it. If you have any questions about them I'm happy to answer them.
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Date: 2013-09-06 07:53 pm (UTC)will not care even if Iwill give me permission, because she has always told me to make myself useful if some opportunity should arise.And probably it is useful to you, if I help out, because then they wouldn't be so cross with you for not being there like they had planned?It is very kind of you to think of me.What do I need to do?
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Date: 2013-09-06 08:04 pm (UTC)Just -- it seemed like it might be a good opportunity for you but don't feel like you're stuck there, okay? She'll be as eager as you for this to work out so I expect things will go very well at Christmas but once she starts taking you for granted --
Well I don't want to tell you how to run your life. Just, don't let her take too much advantage of you.
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Date: 2013-09-07 12:11 am (UTC)