"No!" said Lily angrily. "I will not have that whorish gold digger in my club! She's short, her hair is disgusting and she's already admitted that she's not looking for marriage right now. She is not right for our clients! Tell her to go to Bella's Donnas down in Camden. I will not and cannot match her."

Lily's office walls were covered in framed wedding photos of former clients while her desk was covered in head shots of beautiful women.

Hanging up the phone, Lily pressed for the intercom. "Jonathan, come in here."

The door opened and in came Lily's right hand man. Seeing him dressed to the nines in a Versace suit, Lily couldn't help but reflect what a shame it was for the female community that he batted for the other team.

"Please tell me you've found me 20 promising women for the club?"

"I'm not sure if you'll like all the ones I've found but I have a few more applications for you."

"You only have to ask yourself one question Jon," said Lily. "Look at me." And he did. It wasn't hard. Even if he was gay, he could recognize that his boss was an attractive lady. With a mess of red curls down to her shoulders, she looked like a tall glass of water in a black dress with black and red tights. "The only thing you need to remember Jonathan is that if a man would rather spend 5 minutes on an island with them rather than me, she's in."

"It's a tall order Lily."

"I could walk down this street and find 10 capable witches fitting the description in five minutes. The trouble is, most of them are taken. That's where we come in. Finding the ones who are still searching and who need our help." Taking a sip from her water bottle, she turned to the more important question at hand. "And please tell me we have some clients this week."

Smiling, Jonathan said, "I have two men in the lobby. I think you'll like one of them but…"

"But what?"

"He's currently unconscious."

Lily looked up from her desk perplexed. "Is he a coma patient or something?"

Jonathan laughed. "No. His buddy said he was just asleep. I think he stupefied him since he said he'd wake him up when it was time to come into your office."

"Well that does sound interesting," said Lily raising her eyebrows. "Did you take his head shot while he was knocked out?"

"I figured you'd still want to see them before I sent them in." Jonathan pulled two pictures and applications out from his notepad and handed them over.

"You know me so well." She grabbed the shots and put them in her lap. "Tell them I will be ready for them in five minutes."

Nodding, Jonathan left the room.

Clearing space on her desk, Lily placed the head shots down and smiled in surprise. They were much more attractive than her usual clientele. Most of the wealthy wizards coming for her services fit into two categories. The ones she typically picked up were between 40 and 60 years old and somewhat awkward.

The head shot on top showed the conscious applicant. He seemed to fit into her secondary category but only time would tell. He had long black hair and deep gray eyes. The striking jaw line would sure appeal to her pool of women. She checked his application and saw he fit the income bill (surpassing it widely thanks to an inheritance from an uncle).

Moving onto the unconscious applicant, she smiled to herself. She only had time to glace over his application confirming his fit for the program before the door burst open.

"Where is he?" cried the messy haired, now conscious applicant as the black haired man closed the door.

"Oh darn," cried Sirius. "I think Gavin Bluvitt jumped right out the window."

Lily laughed, catching the attention of the messy haired man for the first time. "The quidditch player?"

"Yeah, Sirius said I had passed out when he came into the quidditch shop and that seeing my state, wanted to meet me here."

"So you must be Mr. Potter," said Lily rising from her desk and stretching out a hand. "I'm Ms. Evans, matchmaker extraordinaire."

James smiled and extended his hand, "I figured that out after noticing the lack of professional quidditch players in the room. Sirius here has shown me your flyer." Turning to gesture to Sirius, he saw his comfortably sitting in the chair opposite Lily's desk doing his best to look like an upstanding gentleman.

"Please take a seat Mr. Potter," said Lily returning to her own chair. "Now Mr. Black. Tell me, what do you look for in a woman."

Puppy dog eyes on full blast, Sirius laid it on. "I am just a man looking for a woman to love. Looks don't matter much to me. I just want to meet a woman I connect with on a personal level who will be with me for the rest of my life. Of coarse, if she is beautiful, much like yourself, that would be an added bonus. I want a girl who…"

"Let me guess," said Lily. "You want a girl who will make you laugh and that will still love you even though you cry at sad movies."

Smiling Sirius said, "You took the words right out of my mouth."

Pushing the intercom button, Lily stood up. "Get out." Jonathan opened the door.

"What?" said Sirius in surprise.

"Oh I know your type," said Lily resting her hands on her desk, arms locked, smirk placed on her face. "You're looking for a women desperate for love to fuck and then run from. And my job is to protect my ladies from creeps like you. Get out."

Sirius stood up dramatically. "Well I never. You just don't understand my desires in life."

"Oh I think I do." Lily walked around her desk and towards the door. "Try Bella's Donnas down in Camden. She'll give you what you need."

Tipping an invisible hat, Sirius dropped his act. "Thanks for the tip. To Camden!" and he quickly exited the room.

Laughing, James stood up and walked towards the door. Lily closed it with a snap before he got there. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Well, I was going to head back to the bar to meet my other, less insane friends." Lily shook her head, her hand still on the door. "I wasn't going to go to Camden with him, honest!" said James confused.

"I know you weren't, but you're staying right here for now."

"Why?"

"Take a seat Mr. Potter."

"Call me James."

Lily smiled. "And that's why you should take a seat."

Still confused, James moved back to his original chair.

"You, Mr. Potter, are the real deal," said Lily sitting on her desk facing James. She grabbed up his file reading through. "A junior auror with a trust fund from your family. Your family is known for being a very good line so you really have you pick. You're last relationship was a little while ago yet was very serious. You have hobbies that don't include alcohol or women." Putting down the file, she looked into his face, "And your friend Sirius wrote that in women, you look for passion," She turned the paper to face him, "and that's in quotes."

James looked around awkwardly. "Listen, I'm flattered but I don't think I want to do this. I was here because Sirius brought me here. I don't mean to insult you but I don't need a match maker."

"Don't you?" said Lily popping off her desk and walking around it to the back. Popping open a drawer, she pulled out a calculator. "There are about 12,000 witches in the UK. Since you're 25, we'll eliminate anyone under 20 and over 30 right?" She looked to James until he nodded. "So that brings us to about 2,000 women. Eliminate about 10% for women who like women. Eliminate about 50% of what's left for being taken. How many women would you say you've been on a date with since graduating Hogwarts? Let's guess low and say 15. Then cut the ugly ones, the weird ones, the ones who have slept with Mr. Black and you have 20."

"What?"

"Statistically, there are 20 witches in the United Kingdom who would be right for you."

James jaw dropped. "You're kidding."

Lily looked at her calculator. "Oh wait!" she typed in a few more points. "It's actually 17."

James sat silently for a few moments. "What's your rate?"

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I hope you're all enjoying this so far/ are reading this! I am really enjoying writing this. It's the first time I've written a story with a fairly clear direction of where I want it to go. I'm developing the next chapter now so you shouldn't have too long to wait.

All My Love,

Melissa