"WHAT DID YOU DO?"
Sunny swung her head back and forth, grinning widely as she twirled in the doorway of the kitchen of Number 1324 Layabout Lane, the home her family had long outgrown but never abandoned. Her adopted-brother-friend-thing Goose was staring at her in shock, sitting at the table, his gangly legs barely folded up under the tabletop.
"I did an experiment," she said brightly, her American harshing the echoes of the British kitchen.
"Your hair is blonde," Goose snapped, blinking.
She reached up and brushed it back, beaming. "You're the observant one in the family."
"Has Mum seen it?" Goose asked, standing as he continued to take in the transformation. "Or, Merlin, Dad? Have either of them seen it? Dad nearly had a heart attack when you chopped it all off. You've been red your whole life-"
"And now I'm yellow!" she chirped, walking over to the cabinets. "Where are the pop tarts?"
"Pop tarts?" he repeated. He now took in her outfit, the bright colors and casual style juxtaposing his own business casual. "Sunny - where the hell do you think we're going? We're not going to Papa John's Pizza, or-or Lazy Lenny's Burger Joint-"
"Are those real places?" Sunny said, looking over her shoulder as she crinkled her nose.
"Probably, I don't - look! The point is, this is a career day! Dad was really excited about us going and meeting potential new bosses. We're supposed to dress well, take resumes, make good impressions-"
"I plan on doing that-" she said. She turned to look at Goose, her pleasant eyes suddenly becoming very dangerous, very challenging. "Are you saying I don't look good?"
"I'm saying..." He sputtered a moment, certain the wrong words would get him burned. He was saved as a younger black-haired boy entered the kitchen. Archer Dyllan-Morrison had been sleeping in now that he was on summer break, and neither sibling had seen much of the youngest since Hogwarts had been let out. Archer noticed the stand off and looked between Goose and Sunny for a moment, blinked, and began to back out with a bored expression on his face.
"Wait!" Sunny called, chasing after him. "Archer! Where are the pop tarts?"
- - -
The career fair was taking place in the Ministry of Magic, and was mostly made up of recent graduates, though there were quite a few Ministry interns and elder young people who had taken the years after Hogwarts to live it up or travel. They had to sign in and don nametags, and neither Sunny nor Goose had been able to resist giving fake names. Ms. Seymour Butz stood alongside Mr. Yer N. Idiot. The host of the whole career fair explained how they would be put into groups of three to five people and wander throughout the lobby to the different booths to meet employers and begin getting their names out there.
"Yep, that's Teddy over there... Fred... Claire... Mum and Dad are way back there... Robin... Sunny, I don't think there's a single person here we don't somehow know," Goose muttered to her.
"Are you planning on working here?" she asked.
He scoffed. "Please. I plan on making a difference. All government does is-"
"Then we have nothing to lose," Sunny quipped, quick to cut off the inevitable political rant. He looked at her in confusion, spotted the look of mischief on her face, and grinned.
"Bring it on," Goose whispered.