Choosing a Portkey

Choosing a Portkey!

Some of our favourite characters take some important decisions. First up is Sirius, who siriusly wonders what to do with his life. Ever thought Ron's perfect older brothers had living upto issues? And Tonks? Isn't she the supremely confident, ultra cheerful one?

Sirius Black:
James has Lily, Remus has brains and Peter has family, but me? Welcome to my world. I am Sirius er-Black, I suppose, I avoid using that name if I can help it. I am a 17-year-old wizard (though many swear that my mental age doesn't match) who got his N.E.W.T results yesterday and I have no idea what to do with my life.
The above-mentioned four people are probably the people who matter the most to me. But hey, they have their own lives. James and Lily have 3 hectic years of Auror training to look forward to. Remus, well, he's going to have a struggle but, hey, he has the stuff. And Peter? Peter has a billion relatives who'd get him any job he wants. He wants to get into broom manufacturing and he has a distant cousin who has fabulous ideas for a new series called Numbus or something. (Elongated Tail, Amazing acceleration and so on and so forth, Oh, help, I'am getting Peteritis!)
But me? I don't have a family like Peter's. I don't have a beautiful woman (Sorry Potter!) on my arms like James, and I'm told (mostly by the above mentioned) that I don't have brains. I don't know about my brains, but after one particular incident when I administered the Bat Bogey curse on all the Slytherin prefects, McGonagall seemed siriusly disappointed in me " for resorting to such lowly methods in putting my brains to waste", and there was this other time, when Professor Vector, gave me trolls the entire year in the 5th, just to make sure I would pull my socks to get the "O" in Arithmancy she excpected me to, but hey, that would be doing a Moony, and no way, would I let my satisfaction seek refuge to a stupid grade. I had better things to do, than to bully my brains to figures, even if such a thing does exist in my skull.
The other day, I was talking to Ted Tonks, my cousin Andromeda's husband, and he was telling me that he'd always thought I had a spot of talent with the broom, but no, I don't want to get into Quidditch professionally. Andromeda suggested I write down a list of things I like doing, and then I would figure out what I'd do for a living based on my interests. Here they are:
Watching Asha Patil's arse. (The blasted hormones!)
Being horrible to Snivelly. (Don't complain. Being horrible goes with being a Black!)
Reading PlayWizard. (The blasted Hormones again!)

Uncle Alphie thinks I should take my time, explore a bit, even go out to the muggle world if I want to, and see what's best for me....
I'm particularly interested in muggle transportation. Ah, I've always been wondered how it would be to get on an airoplane(I think it's called!), but more than that I wonder, why they just don't use cars and motors to fly! Ah, well, their minds work in strange ways, as I found out in my NEWT level Muggle Studies, probably explains why Lily is going out with James.

Charlie Weasley:
Where is that broomstick when I need it?
No points for wrong guesses on what I plan on doing with my broom! I need it to cause serious injurious to some people who seem to have already decided what, I Charles Arthur Weasley, have to do after Hogwarts. I got my N.E.W.T results yesterday (10 of 'em!), one lesser than dear older bro. Ugh, older brothers are a pain; they always seem to be one up one you all the time. You get more O.W.Ls than them, they get to be Head Boy, you get Quidditch captaincy, and they go get more N.E.W.Ts than you, more important than that, they go snog half the female population in hogwarts, and you can't date any other girl, without hearing, "You're brother was a much better kisser!" or "He always took out the spit flavoured ones when he gave me beans for Christmas!" And the teachers, it's William that and William this. It's like, Hogwarts, even after 7 years of the Ultra-Godric-like-cool Charlie, still can't get over Bill!
Anyway, my complaint was that I scored decent enough N.E.W.Ts to be a healer ( like mum has wants me to), and to play quidditch for the Humming Bats ( They're presently No.1 in the league!) like the rest of the world wants me to. So quidditch or healing? (Says no inner voice inside me!)
In 5th year, in the careers advice, the only thing I found attractive in McGonagall's room (considering the second most attractive thing was McGonagall's face, it doesn't speak much for my judgement) was a brochure on Dragon Breeding and Care Institute in Romania. Wow, I mean, that's like everything I've wanted to do.
I've practically lived in Hogwarts ONLY for those Care of Magical Classes. But try talking about dragons to my family: mum would panic, dad would stutter about placements in the Ministry, Bill, Ron, and Ginny, would scream at me, because they all wanted me to play in their respective Quidditch teams. The twins would make some dumb joke, about how I'd get my brains burnt and Percy, that nitwit, would ask me about the money! Who cares about that, as long, as you enjoy what you do! I'm a strong believer of the heart, not the head. I know, money is important, but not as important as having fun- that's an inbuilt lesson when you're a Weasley, and being a Weasley is all about standing by what you believe. Look at dad, he was one of the brightest students of his time, and yet he chose a job (however low profile it is) that enabled him to work with something he cared about! Hell, I'm going to follow my heart even if it gets burnt in the process.

Nymphadora Tonks:
This isn't about being worried sick hoping that I wouldn't be sorted in Slytherin, nor is it, about Jonathan Goldstein (my boy friend for 2 years) and dear ex-bestfriend, Limie Chang, sneaking off to the Astronomy tower together, it isn't even the time when I was worried sick about my potions O.W.L, when I was dead sure I'd fail in the practical part thanks to my breaking my cauldron, but this is about my friggin Merlindamn life!
I was so happy when I made Auror training thanks to my fairly good performance in my N.E.W.Ts: Dad was so happy that he bought me tickets for the Weird Sisters concert in Hogsmeade! Well, I'd love being an Auror, but I'm really worried about fitting in the group. Being an Auror involves a hell of a lot of teamwork, and I'm scared that I'd be the outcast just because I hate the whole pure blood theory and I think that the ministry of magic is a half-baked thing (Forget half-baked, it's not baked at all!), and I'm not at all afraid to let my views known, this is exactly what I'm afraid of. My inability to keep my mouth shut.
I'm very passionate about certain things, and I enjoy nothing better than a heated argument, but what if I don't fit in with my colleagues? It wouldn't be Hogwarts anymore, where there was a flexible option to push whoever you didn't like into the vanishing cabinet. I needed to carry a more professional attitude with my colleagues. So, what if my colleagues were all ministry fearing, Fudge worshipping flobberworms? Blah!
I wanted a forum where I could work towards the betterment of the Wizarding society that was the whole point of my wanting to become an Auror. I'm one of those who think, one person can make a difference if they have the nerve! I love hearing mum and dad talk about the yesteryears, when You-know-who, was strong and these two were in the Order, it's all quietened down now, it just goes to show dosen't it, sometimes I think peace (relatively) is all wrong for wizardkind, only when there's a question of life and death, that people get together and start doing something about it.
So, I want to fufill the burning passion in me, and if my future colleagues can't deal with that, it's their problem and not mine!