I haven't written anything random in so long...

Few people appreciated just how crucial accountants were to the wizarding world. Accountants might be considered unimportant, or at least taken for granted for all the skills they offered. And why should accountants be granted any more glory? The wizarding world ran on magic and even though poverty and wealth existed in their society as much as it did in any other, even gold was not given the credit it deserved.

Perhaps it was his own measly talents in magic that had led him to accounting ways, but that was okay. He certainly respected magic. It was glorious. It needed to be protected. Its ways and culture needed to be protected. And yes, it certainly needed to be considered magical.

But he had discovered magic in the numbers. No, not just numerology and arithmancy and such things, but another kind of magic that no spell or incantation could match.

Numbers were good and perfect and wholesome all on their own. And one could trust them where one could not trust in magic. Numbers were what they were, no more no less, and they were to be loved as such.

Ah, numbers.

The accountant didn't his career, even if his family thought him a bit odd. He wasn't entirely a squib, but when talents were compared in numbers and magic, it was clear where his gifts lay.

Accounting.

The tallying of numbers, the deletion and addition of them, the way they changed with the littlest slights of human everyday life. Banking, taxes, putting down a mortgage on a new enchanted house… they all eventually came to him, even the greatest of wizards and witches, begging for his help.

And he gave it to them. For a small fee, of course, but he did do special sales around tax time and he felt his rates were comparable to other wizarding accountants.

One time he gave his services for free. A distant cousin of his, recently married, wanting to know how to best approach the limited resources he and his young wife shared.

The accountant considered it a wedding present. He was wise, and he could certainly share that wisdom with family members.

And when he showed them how much money in tax returns he had scored for them, the wife had nearly burst into tears of joy.

Even so, he was shocked even if flattered to know they named their first son after him.

He, Hugo the Humble Accountant.

The End!