Willowanda Spradley (Ministry Application)

First and Last Name: Willowanda Spradley

Age: 32 years old

School attended: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Favourite Subjects she studied: History of Magic and Transfiguration

Department you want to work for: Ministry of Magic Public Information Services

Job you are applying for: General employee

Why did you choose that job? I have always had a talent for writing and after leaving the Daily Prophet this seemed like the perfect oppurtunity for me.

Why should we choose you? I am efficient and organised and I feel I am made for this job. I have plenty of experience which can be transferred into this position.

Do you have any previous experience in that field? I previously worked for the Daily Prophet as a general reporter, so I have many transferrable skills.

Would you also like to be considered for the Head of Department position? Yes please.

What are the qualities and defects of your character? Willow is clever and capable, willing to work very hard all the time. When overworked, she gets stressed quite easily but it is very rare as overworking Willow is almost impossible.

Any other Information: N/A

Role playing example:
Willow rolled her eyes and groaned the minute that the Daily Prophet reporter left the room. He was such an idiot, that man. Being clever herself, the capable woman had absolutely no sympathy for people who she thought dumb and stupid. Mr Hurley had expected her to come up with every single idea for an article in the issue for next week about the departments in the Ministry. This sounded like a rubbish idea to her, but she had to go along with it as it wasn't her decision exactly. The stupd man had just sat in front of her drooling and occasionally writing one of her ideas down in his unprofessional scribble. Uggh.

Looking down at her to-do list, Willow sighed to see that she had another appointment at one, falling in the middle of her lunch hour. Great. Now she needed to go and see if she could escape at an earlier time. Her chest was killing her and she just wanted to go home and get in bed with a hot honey and lemon juice concoction, a muggle invention which suprisingly worked well. Or maybe one of her brother James' healing potions which he made himself. Or both. But that wasn't going to happen now, was it?

The woman glanced down at the huge pile of paperwork in front of her. It was probably time to get that done now, before she got moaned at because it was way past the deadline. Willow picked up her lucky quill, glaring at it. Curse it's unluckiness. She began making short, concise notes about the interview she had just had in her small, neat handwriting. Gently dotting the final 'i' in her last note, she put the quill down on the desk and opened the tin sitting next to her, taking a little chocolate biscuit. Hardly any left in there. Mr Hurley had had about a million of her supply which she rarely used herself. At least she actually deserved one.

ACCEPTED