[ WP ] You are a wizard with 1,000 years of professional wizarding experience , applying for a new wizarding job . You need to submit a resume .

“ It says here you led the Battle of R-RE-SOO-VEE-US—am I saying that right? ” The interviewer peered over his glasses at Elena as he stumbled over the word. She nodded, pushing her shoulders back and sitting just a little bit taller. 
 
 “ Right. ” He made a sound that sounded as if he were clearing his throat, but Elena had been around long enough to know otherwise. “ So, Battle of… ” He sighed. 
 
 “ Resuvias. ” Elena corrected as the interviewer seemed to pause over the name. 
 
 “ Right. Can you, uh, tell me more about that particular experience? ” 
 
 “ Sure, ” she smiled. “ That was the first battle I ever led. I learned a great deal. ” 
 
 “ Yes, but can you tell me how this fits in with our company? ” He set down Elena ’ s resume, pushed up his glasses, no longer needing the reading portion of his bifocals. 
 
 “ Of course. Of course. ” Elena paused a moment to look her interviewer in the eyes. She saw exhaustion and annoyance in his face. “ I demonstrated exceptional leadership skills in that battle. Novice though I was, I still commanded and led 13,000 troops to victory with minimal causalities. ” She paused. “ I showed great skill in battle tactics and psychological warfare…is there something wrong, sir? ” Elena stopped as her interviewer stood. 
 
 “ Listen, kid. We are not looking for someone who thinks this is a joke. Now, I agreed to this because Jerry says you ’ re great. I thought the resume you used might have been some kind of joke. ” He sighed, exasperated. “ I ’ m only going to ask this once, so you have one chance before I call security…Why are you here? ” 
 
 Elena stood, a smug look on her face. “ Jerry said you needed a PR wizard. He didn ’ t seem to think it would be too far of a leap for me. I ’ m a wizard, you need help with PR... I need a job… “ 
 
 “ For Christ ’ s sake! We are beverage company. This is ridiculous. ” The interviewer began to reach for his phone, presumably to call security. 
 
 “ Stop. ” Elena commanded. The interviewer turned to look at her, eyes wide in terror. He pulled against his hand, now stopped above the phone. 
 
 Elena took a step forward, raising her hand and producing a blue flame. “ See. I ’ m a wizard. At least I know what *I ’ m* doing. I suggest you rethink what you ’ re doing. ”
