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“Are there any issues?”
“No,” Hermione replied slowly. “This just seems like a…weird choice is all.”
Caraval shrugged. “We get our orders from corporate. This is the first book they want revised. To be frank, I don’t understand it either.
Hermione stared at the copy of Advanced Rune Translations on her desk, remembering all the hours she’d spent poring through the tome. It wasn’t that she didn’t think she could do it, more that she felt it an odd choice.
When Flourish and Blotts reopened following the war, and what she’d heard was a hefty investment from an anonymous owner, it expanded from a bookshop into an entire enterprise. It retained its shop at Diagon Alley, but the owner had also bought The Quibbler and started its own publication house. Hermione jumped at the chance to become one of the editorial directors, but since it was all new, she had no idea of what she was getting herself into. All she knew was this seemed like the perfect opportunity to leave the tiring bureaucracy of the Ministry and pursue an old dream she thought would never come true–become a published author.
Well, in this case, she would only be credited as the new edition’s editor, but her name would nonetheless be on the title page.
Hermione had hoped to dive into literature of Magical Britain, providing study notes for students, as this was something they didn’t have the luxury of studying when the war had been going on. Instead, her first task was a textbook, perhaps the most technical of all the subjects she’d learned at Hogwarts.
Ah well. Better than nothing, she supposed.
“Oh, by the way,” Caraval said, her head poking into the door to her office. As one of the directors, she had her own office, as well as her own team, but the final decisions are hers to make. “We finally hired an editor.”
Hermione beamed. As much as she loved writing, line editing was the bane of her existence. Plus, she figured she needed a partner who would be able to see anything she could have missed. “Great. Have them come to me for an introductory meeting as soon as they’re settled in.”
“Alright,” Caraval replied, eyes gleaming with something Hermione didn’t understand.
She took a seat at her desk and started to go through the book alongside the document that the owner had provided about changes they wanted in the new version.
Update translations…include newly-discovered runes…historical context? Interesting idea…
She was about an hour into making her own notes for revision, writing assignments and deadlines, when there was a knock on her door.
“Come in,” she called without looking up. Her new editor, she thought. She arranged the papers on her desk and braced herself for the upcoming brainstorming session she was, if she were being honest, quite excited to have.
Then she did look up, and found herself staring at none other than Draco Malfoy.