Incident at ALCATEC INDUSTRIES, Little Whinging, Surrey After stepping through the Floo toward dawn on Sunday, Albus charms the night-receptionist to sleep, checks the company directory, finds the office of Desmond Jackman, Head of Alchemical Marketing and Communications, tries to break the wards, fails due to drunkenness, and pins the following note on the door.
Hello, Delicious,
How are you? Don't answer that, let me tell you. You are feeling wonderful. Splendid. This, today, yesterday, wait, perhaps Tuesday, is your lucky day, the day you're been waiting for. Your entire, brilliant, successful life.
I am giving you my job.
Don't worry, I'll arrange everything. Be at Hogwarts on Tuesday. Sorry about the lack of notice. Four houses times seven years, hm. Look on the bright side: they don't all take NEWTs. And some of the Houses double up.