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Albus wasn't nervous about getting the job. He knew he would. The same strange awe he has shown his own father growing up, had been bestowed upon Harry Potter and his children for as long as Albus had known anything at all about the world. He would get the job at the Daily Prophet because he was Albus Severus Potter and there was no question about it. He could join Auror training like his older brother had, or go into politics, he could become a professor or a scholar; Albus knew that his name alone would bring him anything he wanted.

Which was the very last thing he wanted. Instead of another gift, Albus had instead decided to do the one thing that might possible pull him out of the Potter shadow - become a lowly assistant, checking facts, writing up Knight Bus accident reports, at The Daily Prophet.

Now, in his suit but not in robes, he floo'd to the Leaky Cauldron and moved into Diagon Alley, stopping long enough to make sure his tie was straight before heading into the office. Flashing a slightly awkward grin at the lady at the front desk he introduced himself and she said that the hiring manager would be out in just a moment, please take a seat, Mr. Potter. She gave him a lipstick-full smile and he had to stop himself from grimacing. People were shameless.

When the hiring manager came out, Al stood and shook his hand, giving him the same lopsided smile that people said made Albus look like his dad. he was ushered into the back room and before the manager could begin, asked a simple, pointed question. "Why are you interested in hiring me?" He wanted to know from the beginning, even if the answer was 'well, you're your father's son' he just wanted to know for sure.