"There weren't any interviews," Draco tells her. He'd run into Jacobsen at a dinner party last solstice, and Jacobsen had suggested with a wink that Draco may be better suited to a career at the DIMC than to a life of philanthropic boredom. Much to his own surprise, Draco had agreed to a lunch meeting with Jacobsen the following week, and the papers were signed before the lemon ices were brought to the table.