Job interview

A family of three can be seen eating breakfast in the dining room. The sun shines through the open window, creating a cozy and warm atmosphere in the room. This seemingly normal atmosphere didn't last long, as hooting broke the silence. A large grey owl with a letter attached to its leg appeared on their windowsill.

The elderly couple ignored its presence and continued their breakfast. The young man stood up and approached the owl. After receiving the letter, he nodded subtly to the owl. He returned to his seat after watching it fly away and opened the letter.

A glint appeared in his eyes as he began reading, and his lips turned up slightly.

"It appears that I will be unable to join you for golf today, Dad." "How about we try it tomorrow?"

"Is everything alright?"

"They are inviting me for a job interview."

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A gentle hearth flame turned green in an instant, darkening the old-fashioned room. In the tall flames, a black shadow of a human appeared. The figure emerged from the massive hearth, ash and dust vanishing as he flicked the collars of his overcoat.

"It's been a long time, Stille. "How are you doing?" greeted the elderly gentleman with long white hair and a silver beard. 

He made no comment on the boy's decision to wear an overcoat in the hot summer, instead observing how well the boy blended with wizarding culture in terms of weird fashion sense (which is as insane as possible).

"As well as I could," the young boy replied, a playful smile on his face. "I hope you're doing well as well." "I assumed Professor McGonagall would lead the interview."

"Ah, poor Minerva, she already has her hands full with first-year admissions." Let us not burden her with any additional responsibilities."

Stille just nodded and followed Dumbledore into his study without saying anything.

With dim candlelight and a mild hearth fire, the room exuded an ancient and warm aura. The portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses dozing off, and the fiery phoenix resting in the poach added a magical touch. In the candlelight, an oddly twinkling silver apparatus shone.

Stille secretly vowed to himself to make his study even more amazing than this. If he could get one today, that is.

"What would you like for a drink, Stille?"

"Water is fine. Thank you."

Dumbledore merely raised his eyebrows at unusual choice, but didn't question him. 

"You can't imagine how astonished I was when I read your letter. A fresh graduate applying for a job as a professor."

"There is no age restriction in the recruitment notice," he shrugged his shoulders.

"It's true that there is no age restriction," Dumbledore nodded his head. "But you should know that being professor is not an easy job and requires experience and vast knowledge on the related field."

"If you had a single decent candidate, would you even invite me here," Stille chided old fox in his head.

"I do believe I have enough of it to teach the 'future' of magical Britain, Headmaster." 

Saying so, he took a book from his inner pocket and gave it to Dumbledore who gave a curious look to him before checking the book.

"You can take this as a gift. It will be released to bookstores by tomorrow, anyway."

"Hmm, you certainly didn't squander your time, Stille. Or should I say, Professor Stille?"