Post by Emma Wilson on Aug 29, 2007 18:25:34 GMT -5
Name: Emma Wilson
Age: 21
Job Applying for: Head of the Muggle Liaison Office
Experience: Emma's had a frightful lot of experience attempting to cover up her mistakes in front of Muggles. She spent her childhood doing it, so she's pretty skilled at it.
Why should you have the job?: Since her father is Muggle, Emma understands a lot about Muggles. Therefore, she knows exactly how to cover suspicious things up. She doesn't think anyone else in the Ministry does it right, treating the Muggles like pesty insects or something. Since Emma is half-Muggle herself, she doesn't like that.
Therefore, Emma believes she should be Head of this unskilled department.
Sample of you in the job: Emma walked into her rather cramped office, looking slightly weary. There were all sorts of posters of cars, male models (*cough*) and a few pamphlets on how to cover up common mistakes, like having your children ride brooms in the vicinity of Muggles.
She looked around at her fellow workers, who gave her a few polite nods. Emma gave a small nod back and sat down at her desk. She picked up the nearest report and groaned. A toilet had gone on a rampage in a Muggle, spewing poo all over the place.
"Beautiful," she muttered, "Just when I wore my best suit."
Age: 21
Job Applying for: Head of the Muggle Liaison Office
Experience: Emma's had a frightful lot of experience attempting to cover up her mistakes in front of Muggles. She spent her childhood doing it, so she's pretty skilled at it.
Why should you have the job?: Since her father is Muggle, Emma understands a lot about Muggles. Therefore, she knows exactly how to cover suspicious things up. She doesn't think anyone else in the Ministry does it right, treating the Muggles like pesty insects or something. Since Emma is half-Muggle herself, she doesn't like that.
Therefore, Emma believes she should be Head of this unskilled department.
Sample of you in the job: Emma walked into her rather cramped office, looking slightly weary. There were all sorts of posters of cars, male models (*cough*) and a few pamphlets on how to cover up common mistakes, like having your children ride brooms in the vicinity of Muggles.
She looked around at her fellow workers, who gave her a few polite nods. Emma gave a small nod back and sat down at her desk. She picked up the nearest report and groaned. A toilet had gone on a rampage in a Muggle, spewing poo all over the place.
"Beautiful," she muttered, "Just when I wore my best suit."
