HI everyone,
This is quite an AU fic and if you're one of those people who generally skip the author notes please dont do the same this time. You must read to understand the story.
Now, everyone is a muggle in this fic and the pureblood and halfblood thing is now the upper class and lower class.
If you're an upper class, you are obviously very rich and have all the oppurtunities in the world open for you.
If you're a lower class, you're poor and even if you have the ability to make it big, people try to deprive you of it.
The upper class and lower class inter marrying is considered a great blunder.
read on!
Disclaimer - As much as I want to own these characters, they're not mine! :( The plot is mine, though :)
"Here you go, Mrs. Edwards," said the petite redhead with a smile as she handed over a package to the stout, paunchy lady, "Thank you for visiting us. We hope to see you again."
Mrs. Edwards seemed not to acknowledge the redhead as she snatched the package containing expensive designer clothes from her hand, slammed a couple of hundreds on the counter and turned to leave.
Lily made a face behind her back. If only she had not to deal with such customers' everyday – her life would be so easy. But deal with them she had to, she couldn't help it. She had to deal everyday with fat little ladies who had managed to grab a wealthy husband who was at least twice their age! Of course, the same women had once been pretty, with a figure to die for and willing to bed men whose sons had been older than them.
She sighed as another of the regulars came in – Mrs. Calloway – came in. With a forced smile on her face, she welcomed her in.
It was tedious work – attending to attention seeking, dumb, rich women who had nothing to do except for shop. As if half the clothes even fit them, thought Lily, flickering a strand of her red hair back. Now, Lily had the most wonderful red hair – it was the only thing that she liked about her appearance. Her hair were not carroty red or even orangishly so, but they were deep, fiery red and they depicted exactly her personality. Strong and fiery. She was probably not one of those girls who would be considered beautiful in the conventional sense of the word – but there was this uniqueness about her – this exoticness that made men gasp. She had the most beautiful almond shaped emerald eyes, which would make any person look into them twice. She could have easily fit into high society, she was pretty and had a flattering figure, but that was exactly what the problem was – she was not rich.
It seemed to Lily that it always came down to how much money one's parents owned. It didn't matter how smart or intelligent they may be, if they were poor then they would remain so. She detested the fact that just because her father was a working class man, he was considered inferior. Her mother – Melinda Evans had once been Melinda Rudolf – a high society girl born into the renowned Rudolf family who were as rich as they were pretty. They owned many factories around the globe. Melinda had been kicked out of society only and had been disowned by her family because she fell in love with one of their employees – Lily's father.
It surprised her how shallow people could be. One moment Melinda was the favourite daughter of the family and the other moment – they disowned her, broke all contact and hadn't spoken to her in over 20 years. Leave alone spoken, they didn't even acknowledge her existence or that of their grandchildren. Lily's mother had been devastated at first, but she had loved her father too much to leave him.
Lily's father always told her that she could get anywhere she wanted if she worked hard enough. And she had, she had worked her ass off, but in vain. They had declined all her applications to college, stating that she'll need recommendation letters if she was to get a scholarship. The tution fees was just so high, she knew she couldn't afford it even if she used all of her families' life's savings. As for the recommendation letters – she had tried, tried very hard to get important men – educationists, industrialists – in short, the rich to get to write one for her. But all of them had dismissed her on coming to know of her status and her parent's names and professions. They didn't want a low class to go to the same schools as their children, and she knew it. The few that had not dismissed her – had made subtle hints and attempted to get her to sleep with them – she had refused. No education was more than her morals, was another of her father's advice to her.
So here she was, in spite of being an intelligent, smart, pretty young girl, she was stuck working at a counter of a famous designer clothing brand, Nines.
It was only one of the multiple jobs she worked, apart from babysitting rich society kids on Saturdays and Sundays. Today was to be first day as a bartender for her at a known pub cum club where all the rich hotshots came.
As Lily smiled at another customer, who returned the smile (it surprised her very much!), she realized that it was getting dark. Her eyes turned automatically to her left hand, when she realized that she had no watch!
"What time is it, Alicia?" Lily asked one of the girls who worked on the jewellary counter.
Alicia glanced at her watch, "Forty five past seven,"
Lily slammed her hand on her forehead. She was late! She had to get to the bar in fifteen minutes.
"It's way past my shift, I'm going to go," she said as she ran to the changing room.
"Oh. Ok, Lily. See you tomorrow." Said Alicia indifferently, as she adjusted her makeup.
Lily struggled to get off the blue dress, her uniform. She pulled out a black dress, which ended just above her knees from her purse. The dress showed more cleavage then she would have liked it too, but there was no time and she was late as it is! "Wear a black dress," the manager had told her. What could she do if that was the only black dress she owned! She dashed out of the changing room, and the store as quickly as she could. The pub was not too far – it was only a block away. She ran.
She could there exactly at eight. The manager, Denise looked at her appearance and then at the clock, "You're just on time."
She heaved a sigh of relief. "Untie the hair, girl. Bartenders don't make up buns."
Lily rolled her eyes, but decent lower class girls who worked at Nines did, she thought to herself. She let her hair down, and then partially tied it up with the help of a black plain clutch she had in her purse.
"Alright now?" she asked Denise.
"You look hot, girl. I'll be surprised if those men don't want you more than they want their drinks!" Lily blushed. It wasn't often she was commented for being "hot"!
Lily knew that she had been selected for this job because they thought she was pretty and could of course, make drinks. That was exactly what every rich brat wanted to himself, a pretty bartender who he could sleep with and come to see serve drinks every day. But she didn't care anymore if people thought of her in any way, she had far overcome that.
She stepped into the bar, and went behind the counter and sat down. She smiled to the other girl talking on the phone beside her, she was the other bartender. The girl smiled back.
"Just a second" she mouthed.
There were a few people around – couples, pretty girls and handsome guys, some on the dance floor, others sitting and enjoying their drinks or talking, but the main crowd was yet to come. Lily had been told that it was the 18th birthday of a certain Wendy White – whose parents were super duper rich and that the party would consist only of rich, young, hotshot friends of hers. She wondered who all were included in that – she had never met any of these rich kids. A few of the girls came to Nines, at times but since the Nines made only evening gowns and other traditional outfits, generally only their mothers came – their fat mothers who liked to turn Lily's life to hell.
"Hi, you're working with me today?" said the girl who had been on the phone earlier – the other bartender, distracting Lily from her thoughts.
"Oh yes. Hello. I'm Lily Evans." Lily said.
The girl was quite attractive, she had chocolate brown eyes which glittered with warmth and brown hair which came up to her shoulders. She was clad in a red dress even shorter than the one Lily sported – it came up to her mid thighs and plunged down her neckline, providing just the precise amount of cleavage – such that it neither seemed too vulgar nor too modest. She was tall, taller than Lily and tanned.
The girl smiled at the obvious nervousness in Lily's voice, "Don't worry, dear. You'll do good. My name is Sheena ."
Lily smiled. "Denise told me you were pretty. I didn't know that you'll be so pretty!"
Lily blushed, "Oh please! You flatter me. I'm not all that great." Sheena laughed, and shook her head, mumbling something to herself which to Lily suspiciously sounded like, the pretty ones never think so.
Sheena seemed like a warm person to Lily, just the thought of it calmed her nerved a bit!
"So – uh how are these people?" Lily asked instantly comfortable talking to her fellow bartender.
"Them? Oh..well…let's just say you should keep to making their drinks."
There was a pause. Lily shifted uncomfortably; it seemed to her that Sheena did not have a very good opinion of the rich kids.
"They're that bad?" she asked, weighing each word carefully.
"Well – the girls are, very – you know – abrupt. The guys just want to get you into their beds, so be careful about it."
Lily raised her eyebrows, "Sounds delightful!" she snorted.
Sheena gave her an uneasy smile, "You get used to it after a while. Just do what you're here to do" Lily smiled, and drifted to wondering how she was going to deal with those obnoxious people.
She did not have to wonder for long.
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