Challenge: career counselor
Word Count: 100
"Well? What did the greasy git say?" Ron set down his pint, voice dropping automatically as Malfoy took a seat at a nearby table. "Are you in?"
Harry blew out a breath. "I'm in. Bastard made me squirm, but he finally admitted that I was a natural." He took a long pull on his ale. "Glad that's over."
"Brilliant! We'll be in the same trainee class." Ron signaled to Tom for another round. "I've got a flat with Dean and Sean. Want to be the fourth?"
Harry grinned back. Now he could have Grimmauld Place properly cleaned. "That'd be perfect."