Another Day, Another Dollar

Disclaimer: I own nadda except the things you don't recognise. HP characters are JKR's and TK maxx is a british discount clothing store. (believe it is TJ Maxx in the USA)

A/N Ok this went missing from my profile I believe due to glitches on the site. Never fear It's back. please review! This was written for The Hideaway's Quill contest

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but I would still like to see you review please. WARNING: No Flames Please. I will be forced to point my flatulant hippogryff in your direction.


Another Day, another Dollar


TK Maxx, the smarter way to shop... ‘Ha!’ Hermione thought bitterly as she glared at the unflattering red polo shirt and horrid grey skirt. For a shop that sold fashion labels at a fraction of the recommended retail price, they certainly didn’t know how to dress their staff. Shouldn’t she be dressed in some flattering ensemble that said to the customers ‘shop here this place is fabulous’ rather than ‘shop here and feel free to abuse our staff, we do. Have you seen what we make them wear?’

Sighing resignedly Hermione fixed her small white badge with her name in black lettering, on the left side oh her chest above the bold white lettering of the shop’s name. One hour until her shift started she noted as she glanced at her digital alarm clock. She hated that thing but couldn’t very well get rid of it as it was a present from her mother and she really didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Not after the past few months of hardship the family had been through.

It seems after years of silence Hermione’s uncle had finally come clean and admitted to his family how deep in debt he was. Hermione’s mother had actually fainted when he revealed to her the total amount which if Hermione was honest shocked her a little too. Curbing the temptation to join in her mother’s fainting Hermione helped her family draw up a plan on how to help Uncle Richard out of debt. Hermione’s parents had saved up some money which they had been hoping to spend on extending the dental surgery and later a second honeymoon and Hermione’s Grandmother had some put aside in savings which she intended to leave to her son and daughter when she passed away. That and a savings plan Hermione devised based on basic income and current outgoings meant that Uncle Richard should be out of debt within a year at the least. Unfortunately however this meant Hermione had no money for school or books and so reluctantly she went in search for a job, choosing one in the muggle world so she could spend more time with her family over the holidays.

TK Maxx as it happened paid the most and supplied her with the most hours which she supposed she should be thankful for but the monotony of the Job had her screaming inside for some kind of intellectual release. She would come home each night with the intention of starting a new project, something that would make the wizarding world sit up and take notice of her as something else other than Harry Potter’s friend. Something that would better the lives of others and would make her brain feel alive again, but every time she failed to put even a sentence down of the parchment in front of her. Dealing with the customers each day for hours on end left her thoughts sluggish and heavy and her body ached for rest.

She would never have thought the general public could be so rude or ....difficult. She itched to reach for her wand and hex them, but some how casting mass unforgivables on the muggle public, no matter how much they irked her, didn’t seem like the best way to keep her job.

Today at least Hermione would be in the cash office so no annoying customers for her...well at least until the afternoon when she would have to leave the quiet sanctuary of the office and venture out onto the Shop floor again. The thought made her groan. She would most defiantly be looking for a more challenging job next Christmas.

Another glance at her red digits on the clock by her bed told her she had been standing, staring at her reflection for fifteen minutes and so with a heavy sigh she trudged downstairs to make her morning coffee and grab a slice of toast before her father dropped her off, Hermione had sold her car a few weeks ago to help save up more money for school. Her education being foremost in her mind as always which made her parents proud. They didn’t understand magic really but it thrilled them to see their daughters talents flourish. They thanked God each day that they had somehow created this little miracle, this little magical being although she wasn’t so little anymore. At eighteen years of age (Technically. Counting the age the time turner had added) Hermione had become quite the attractive young woman and her parents weren’t the first to notice.

Hermione of course thought they where crazy and she may be a young woman but right now her education was too important for her to worry about the difficulties, time and effort one needed to put into a relationship. There would be plenty of time for boys after her NEWTS with the added bonus that some of them may have matured by then...


Twenty to seven and right on cue Hermione’s father entered the kitchen smiling at his grumpy looking daughter as she glared at her coffee mug.


“Are you ready hunny?” He asked, chuckling as she groaned.


“I’ll just go and warm up the car. Don’t be too long.” He said patting her hair as he grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter top.


And so another day of work begins....




A/N: Just a reminder this went missing from my profile I believe due to glitches on the site. Never fear It's back. please review! This was written for The Hideaway's Quill contest

(http://thaelixir.proboards49.com)

but I would still like to see you review please. WARNING: No Flames Please. I will be forced to point my flatulant hippogryff in your direction.


BTW I will reply to ALL reviews. :)