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Omg you guys. I hate myself right now. I had the second chapter all written and the document was called pottermaid2.doc. Then I opened it and the first chapter and for some reason I thought they were the same thing. So I made a new document called pottermaid2.doc and saved it and said "Replace existing file." Then I found out that had been the second chapter…so now I have to re write it. It would have been up quicker if I wasn't so stupid…sorry!


Three loud booms resounded through the house. James looked up, startled. He glanced out of the window. He couldn't see much on account of the lousy weather, but he could tell there was a woman at the door. He knew his mom was hiring a new maid. This must be the last person to be interviewed. He sighed and stood up, abandoning the photograph. He walked down the stairs as the person knocked again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," James muttered. He picked up the clipboard from where his mom had left it for him on the table. James' parents had gone on vacation in the Bahamas. He hadn't wanted to go; instead he wanted to stay home and be miserable and depressed all summer.

On the paper were written questions he should ask the woman. When he typed the answers into a computer, the computer would automatically decide who should be their new maid.

Normally when James would see someone he would comb his hair, put on cologne, and maybe change his clothes. Now he did none of those things. His hair was messier than usual, he didn't smell like anything, and he was wearing baggy red sweatpants and an oversized white t-shirt.

As he came nearer to the door, his thoughts strayed back to Lily.

'If only she would give me a chance…' A loud clap of thunder broke him out of his reverie. He undid the lock on the door and pulled it open. There stood a woman, soaking wet and shivering. Her fist was raised; she had been about to knock again.

"Hi," said James. Her eyes widened ever so slightly.

"Hi," she said quietly. They stood there for a moment before James realized she was still out in the cold.

"Oh, come on in," he said and stepped back. She walked inside and he shut the door behind her. "So you're here to apply for the maid job?"

"Yes," she answered. She cast a drying spell on herself quickly.

"Do you want some hot chocolate?" offered James. "All the way from Spain." She smiled.

"Yeah, thanks." James grinned and walked into the kitchen. She followed him and sat down on one of the barstools at the counter. James put on the water to boil and turned back to the woman. "I guess while we're waiting, we can start the interview," he said.

"Ok," said the woman. James looked at her. She seemed so shy…yet he knew she wasn't really. She was hiding herself beneath the shy girl image…She cleared her throat. "Are you, um, going to start?" James felt his face grow warm.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Hold on," he said. He flipped through the pages and tried to find the questions. Suddenly he heard a ripping sound. "Oh crap." He had ripped one of the pages in half. It floated to the floor as the woman stifled a giggle. James bent down to pick it up and suddenly all of the papers flew out of the clipboard. He had pressed on the bar by accident. The woman let out a "ha!" of laughter.

"Do you need some help?" she asked, trying to control herself.

"No, thanks, I'm good," said James, appearing over the counter again, holding a mess of papers in his hand. He tapped them and they flew back into order. "Ok. Right, well, let's start. So, first question: oh, I probably should have asked this earlier. Ok, well what's your name?"

"Audrey Aimson," she answered.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm James."

"Hi, James."

"How you doin'?" (A/n: he said it like Joey on Friends). Audrey giggled and James grinned. "All right. So, where are you from, Audrey Aimson?"

"Well, I was born here in England, but then I moved to France."

"Why are you back in England then?"

"My parents are sending me to school here in the fall and they wanted me to be here for the summer to get used to England, and while I'm here I need a job, and this one paid well, so…yeah."

"You're still in school?" asked James. He was surprised.

"Yeah. Two more years left."

"Oh. Like me!"

"Really? Cool," said Audrey.

"How old are you?"

"I turned sixteen in April."

"Five months younger than me. Cool. Ok, next question – oh shit!" The water was boiling and overflowing. James leapt at it and turned the stove off. He poured the water into cups and added the hot chocolate. Then he handed one cup to Audrey and left one for himself. The interview continued in this fashion, until they were finally done. "All right, let's get this baby into the computer," said James. He typed the answers in. "Want to play pool until it's done?" he asked.

"Sure," said Audrey. They were already in the "sports room" where everything sports related – except Quidditch – was in the Potter house. Mrs. Potter had gotten so tired of her husband and son always talking about sports at dinner that she had set up a special room, which was the only place they were allowed to talk about or watch sports on TV.

They took cues and stood at the pool table. Audrey was clearly waiting for James to start but he gestured for her to.

"Lady breaks," he said.

"Ok." She positioned herself and hit the cue ball. Two striped balls went in. "Guess you're solids," she said, smirking. James was a good pool player…but apparently so was Audrey. She got two more balls in, but then got a scratch. James grinned and positioned the cue ball. He got three balls in. Then the computer made a beeping sound and he turned back to it. Behind him, he could hear Audrey sink another two balls but didn't pay attention. The computer was writing the name of their new maid.

"Audrey!" James exclaimed happily. "You're our new maid!"

"Really? That's awesome!" said Audrey, doing a victory dance.

"Yeah!" said James, his back still to her. "I guess I'll give you the tour later though."

After she finished dancing, she said "Now, let's play pool." James turned back around to see her getting ready to shoot the eight ball in.

"Oh yeah," she said, smirking. "You have no idea what you're up against." She sunk the ball in with ease. "Play again?"