Career Event: Isabella's Table

Isabella Romanes

Isabella Romanes

nurse • injuries specialty
 
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OOC First Name
Ghost
Blood Status
Pure Blood
Relationship Status
Seeing Somebody
Sexual Orientation
Misha Haden
Wand
Birch Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Dragonstone
Age
9/2013
Isabella Romanes had a very extensive resume. She went from an Unspeakable, to professional Quidditch Player, to a Coach, to a potions master, and finally a school nurse. It was hard to find even just one thing that she could focus on. She liked being a jack of all trades. She had a few sheets of parchment, detailing over her careers in her past. She looked over at Misha to see how he was doing, and hoped that he would fair okay.​
 
Michael was really grateful this event had come up. Now he was in fifth year, he had to really think about what it was he wanted to do when he finished school. He had dream careers, though he tended to default to realism to the point of pessimism about actually pursuing them. Hopefully, the school staff could give him a bit of perspective. He moved up to take a seat in front of Nurse Romanes, someone he was vaguely aware of from incidental Quidditch checkups (mostly being safety conscious about any bludger hits) but didn't know her that well. "Uh, hello," he greeted, wondering whether Ms or Nurse was more appropriate and trailing out before using either. "I'm Michael and I'm, uh, not exactly sure where to start."
 
Isabella watched as Michael Watson sat in front of her. She knew of him because of Quidditch. She smiled at him as he said that he did not know where to begin. "Well, Michael, that is what we are here for, to give you some direction and insight. I've worked as an Unspeakable, a professional Quidditch player, a coach, became a potions master, and then a nurse here. So, never think that once you graduate, you'll be stuck doing one thing. It might take some time to get to where you really feel at ease."​
 
Michael had to admit he was pretty impressed by the diversity of her resume. He guessed it really went to show that life took you in unexpected places. "Wow. I'm kind of a little bit intimidated, I'm not going to lie," he said, giving a slight nervous laugh. He meant it light heartedly, though wanted to be sure she didn't think he was being disrespectful. It was certainly in his best interests to say on her good side. "I wanted to play sport, but, well, I know I'm not really good enough to go pro, and I'm pretty out of practice with muggle sports." He shrugged. "But that's okay. I was thinking maybe something on the sidelines? Like, uh, journalism or commentating?" Nerves and uncertainty combined for a general feeling of helplessness, even with a starting point.
 
Isabella never thought that she would have intimidated anyone with her background, but maybe she had. "If you are good with writing, journalism is the way to go. You can do commentating, being a referee, or even a radio host. Isabella herself never did that, but she listened to it because some of her family members played. She did wonder why he thought that he would not be good enough to go pro. Maybe she should be watching the games here at the school to help if needed.​
 
Michael looked thoughtful for a moment. The reassurance was nice, but he wasn't exactly sure how to get there. "Do you, uh, think it's possible to get into those careers if you aren't a former player?" It might have been an odd question, but in the muggle world there was certainly a priority given to players as experts of the games. "And, uh, when you played, what was the team support staff like? I'd kind of maybe like to work alongside a team helping with tactics and stuff." He knew he didn't have a lot of time to talk, so he just quickly rattled off the questions he could think of while he had the opportunity.
 
She shook her head, "If you know your history and how the game works, there is no reason that you cannot get into those careers. There are many fans of Quidditch that knows their favorite pastime, but not able to play. One of my daughters is like that." Isabella had to remember what it was like when she played. Boy, it was a while back. "Before I coached, we all looked after each other. Some teams might not be like that, but there are a lot of teams. You just can't be selfish and only look after yourself. Like a group assignment, you would not leave your partner in the dust, allowing yourself to get all the credit."​
 
Michael supposed that was fair, the wizarding community was different to the muggle community after all. "That's reassuring, thank you," he said, politely, relaxing a little in his seat as he did. It had taken a bit to come to terms with the realistic fact that he just wasn't that great at Quidditch, but it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy playing for fun and that he couldn't be involved with the sport in another way. "Did you enjoy being a coach?" he asked, now more curious than actually looking for any particular information for himself. He knew his time was just about up, so he thought he'd just quickly indulge his curiosity before stepping aside for the next person.
 
Isabella felt better knowing that she could have helped a student, despite her not being a professor. Could she teach? Maybe. She just did not have the patience to. And none of the subjects she was interested in were open. Although, when asked if she liked being a coach, she nodded, "I liked it. I was the coach over on the All-Stars team. They were from Texas, in the United States. I can't say that they loved me. I was a little strict."​
 
Margo knew she still had some time to figure out what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. But she did have a sense of what she would like to do, she just didn't know quite how to get there. When it was her turn for the career event she took a seat at the table with one of the school nurses. A nurse was a lovely profession but she didn't think she was cut out for it. She was far too squeamish to handle illness and injury everyday. "Hello, I'm Margo Fox." she said politely. "I think I'd like to be a writer one day. Maybe at a newspaper or a magazine." she explained. "Do you have any advice?"
 
Isabella saw the next person come up to her, introducing herself. She smiled and nodded to acknowledge. She asked for advice on how to be a writer. Luckily, Isabella had some practice with that during school, albeit controversial experience. "If you aren't on the Hogwarts Monthly, that is a great place to start. It gives out really good experience." Isabella thought she had seen her name in the magazine itself, so maybe Margo already knew that. "Whatever subjects you want to write about, make sure it isn't satire, and have reliable sources. The deadlines here are not as bad as the ones out there. You'll need to work hard under a lot of pressure. Be open minded to criticism as that will let you know where your weak spots are."​
 
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