Prologue
About two hours away from London, in a small little town, lived a family. Not just any family, my friend. The infamous Evans family.
Yes, the Evans. All seven of them, not to include their various pets. There was Mrs. Virginia Evans, a short redheaded woman. While she had a good head on her shoulders, she couldn't help but admit that her goal in life was to see all five of her daughters wed off and settled down before she or her husband passed. Mr. Samuel Evans, who was a tall, sturdy man with chestnut brown hair, was quite the contrary of his wife. Mr. Evans was a man who hated going into town, but loved the hustle and bustle of the house and farm that he ran. As for matters with his daughters, that's what they were: matters with his daughters. He usually left those to his wife. He hoped that they would all find love and not marry for money or prosperity. But, he knew that in each girl, they must have their own reasons for marrying.
His eldest daughter, Francis, was a beautiful girl. The handsomest girl of the whole bunch. She was tall, but not intimidating. Her chestnut locks curled at the end and splayed over her shoulders. Her hazel eyes could pierce any soul and her face was smooth and free of any blemishes. She, like the rest of her sisters, were pale as pale could be. Her body was one of a goddess and her handsome display set many of the town's men haywire. It was legend in the Evans household that dearest Francie was so pretty that when she was only the mere age of 15, a man twice her age came calling. Mrs. Evans was positive that they would marry, but Francie was too shy and overwhelmed to return the gentleman's affections.
His third eldest daughter, Petunia, was no looker, nor was she very bright. Her washed out blonde hair wasn't the least attractive and her nose was turned upright, as if she smelled a foul odor. Her eyes were small and beady, like the eyes of a pig. She was always around the corner, snooping into other people's business. Among the five girls, she was the least favored.
The fourth daughter, Beth, was a giddy girl. Like her younger sister, Beth always tried to chase around young men. They could hardly resist her, with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. But, unlike her younger sister, Beth was more pretentious and often suffered middle child syndrome. More opportunities were given to her sisters than her and Beth could hardly stand it sometimes. But, as a daughter of Virginia Evans, Beth knew to hold her tongue and that complaining would hardly get her anywhere.
The youngest daughter, Scarlet, was giddy as well. With the same chestnut hair as her eldest sister and her mother's green eyes, she was quite a pretty picture. But, as young girls are, Scarlet was flirtatious. In her family's eyes, she was overly flirtatious. Scarlet made it absolutely necessary to make a public scene around her to draw attention to anyone of the male species. In only three months times, Scarlet had managed to loose all of her embroidered handkerchiefs to "accidentally" dropping them and never having a gentleman pick them up. It was times like those that Mrs. Evans kicked herself for bearing five daughters.
And finally, was Mr. Evans second daughter, Lily. Lily was, in his opinion, the rose amongst daisies. Lily looked more like her mother, with her vibrant red hair and short stature. Her green eyes taunted and teased. But Lily's looks aren't what led Mr. Evans to cherish his second daughter amongst the rest. Lily was clever, she lived off her wit. She couldn't paint, nor could she carry a tune. But she could carry on a conversation more than anyone he knew. Lily spent her time delved in books or writing. She wore her ink stains on her pinkies like scars from a battle and her opinions on her sleeve. Yes, Mr. Evans little Lily burned bright in his heart.
Yes, the Evans were an individual family. A family that was taught to roll with the punches, to make something out of what they were given in life.
In the next year, though, the Evans would be given some punches that would be hard to roll with.
A/N: Yes, yes, "Pride and Prejudice" meets "Harry Potter." It's never been done, but it all fits so well and they're both amazing books and yeah. I've twisted some things around and for you Remus lovers, he's not going to be in this one. Sorry. And I'm not going to stick to Jane Austen's plan all the way. But for the most part, I will. And there won't be any wizard business in this. It'll be good. I guarantee.
Also, I'd like to say that I'm still a student and while I love writing this story, I have other obligations. No, I won't keep you waiting like, a month for each chapter, but at times, it's hard for me to squeeze it in. So please, be patient.