CHAPTER 2
"Madame Anita!" THe store owner said gleefully, as the elegant french woman entered the over priced botique. I ran to kiss her hand and as he did, he looked at her bejeweled fingers.
"'Allo Francios!" She said as she smile upon the shop owner. "I'm here for your selections!" She clappec her hands and two bodyguards followed her further into the shop. "Vary important partee, you know." she said, her thick french accent making it hard to understand. Francios lead her to the back of the room, where about 25 magnificent dinner gowns hung on display.
"The best and most beautiful!" Francois said proudly. "What do you think?" he awaited eagerly for the rich woman's reply. She went through the dresses carefully, looking at them with utmost preciseness, checking for any tiny flaws.
"Too yellow." she said, throwing out one evening gown. "Brown? ech!" she said throwing out another. "No, no! NO PINK!" She said, frowning upon one of the dresses. This followed, with the occasional nods, frowns and comments. Finally, she reached the end of the rack and threw out a hot pink dinner gown. "Pink?" she asked raising her eyebrow at the shop owner. He trembled slightly. "I told you-eh, my daughter iz a red ed!" She threw her hands up in the air and clapped twice. "Send in ze madame moiselle!"
The bodyguards turened around and headed to the front of the shop. The lady went browsing through the rest of the shop, sometimes going through dress robes, shoes, and hand bags. Francios followed her and asked eagerly. "May I ask? Who is throwing this party?"
"'Oo else. Why do you zink I am so excited for my daughter?" the madame shrugged off the shop owners question, but his huge smile meant that she had answered his question. Just then, the bell on top of the door made a sound, and in stepped a young girl about the age of 17. Her long, flowing, red hair went just below her shoulders, her emerald green eyes shone bightly, even more against her flawless pale skin. She walked gracefully to where her mother was standing, waiting for the madame to introduce her. "Francios, my daughter, Lily Katherine Evans."
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Father? You called?" Samantha said sweetly as she stepped into her father's huge office. He was leaning on his desk, reading some paper work closely. He didnt even look up to greet her, but Sam was used to this kind of treatment from her father... they were never really close anyway. Sometimes it seemed like he'd much rather slave away in the office, than spend time with his children. Sam never took this in offense though, because she realised that if she were in her father's place, she'd feel the same way too. Which kind of explained Sam and James' harsh up bringing and wicked temper. Her father never stood for incompetence, and neither would she--or James for that matter.
"Samantha, I'm afraid there has been an emergency." He said, looking at her straight in the eye. His stare, much like her's, could scare people shitless. It scared her sometimes too, but she grew up looking into cold eyes. Those of her father, brother and grandfather, they were all the same. People often said that the eyes of the Potter's held power, so she felt she should never let them go soft.
"What sort of emergency?" she asked sharply, matching her father's tone.
"Ministry business, and none of yours!" he snapped. His harsh words did not scare her. She still looked him straight in the eye, daring him to continue. "I will be flying to Scotland in a matter of hours, and then I have some work in Japan."
"And when will you be back?" she asked lightly. "3 days? 2 weeks?"
"3 months, Samantha." he said clearly.
"Excuse me?" she said, looking at him incredelously. "And your party? its in 3 weeks! Who'll take care of it?"
"Your mistake, Samantha, is that it is not MY party." he said calmly. "It is a party for the children of Magical Ministries United." He circled his daughter and smirked. "Which means...?"
Samantha rolled her eyes. "James and I are the hosts, not you." He nodded slowly, and gave her the signal to leave. As she stepped out of the door she groaned. "A night with rich Ministry brats!"
"Oh and Samantha..."
"Yes?" She asked, giving her father a cold look.
"Madame Evans will be dropping her daughter here. She is your guest for the next 3 months. They just arrived from France. Make a good impression and tell James to brush up on his French!" her father barked.
"Yes Father. Adieu!" she said sarcastically. She briskly walked up the stairs to her room. A ministry children's party? Surely James' friends Remus, Sirius and that disgrace Peter would show up. Lucius would have been invited. She spit out in disgust. She didnt see the need to have a party. The ministry officials hardly had kids anyway. All James' friends were only children, as were his enemies for that matter. She hoped that her brother would keep his hormones in tact for one night, because finding a girl in his bed the next morning would be dreadful!
She rolled her eyes and relaxed on her bed. She'd tell James everything later.
"Madame Anita!" THe store owner said gleefully, as the elegant french woman entered the over priced botique. I ran to kiss her hand and as he did, he looked at her bejeweled fingers.
"'Allo Francios!" She said as she smile upon the shop owner. "I'm here for your selections!" She clappec her hands and two bodyguards followed her further into the shop. "Vary important partee, you know." she said, her thick french accent making it hard to understand. Francios lead her to the back of the room, where about 25 magnificent dinner gowns hung on display.
"The best and most beautiful!" Francois said proudly. "What do you think?" he awaited eagerly for the rich woman's reply. She went through the dresses carefully, looking at them with utmost preciseness, checking for any tiny flaws.
"Too yellow." she said, throwing out one evening gown. "Brown? ech!" she said throwing out another. "No, no! NO PINK!" She said, frowning upon one of the dresses. This followed, with the occasional nods, frowns and comments. Finally, she reached the end of the rack and threw out a hot pink dinner gown. "Pink?" she asked raising her eyebrow at the shop owner. He trembled slightly. "I told you-eh, my daughter iz a red ed!" She threw her hands up in the air and clapped twice. "Send in ze madame moiselle!"
The bodyguards turened around and headed to the front of the shop. The lady went browsing through the rest of the shop, sometimes going through dress robes, shoes, and hand bags. Francios followed her and asked eagerly. "May I ask? Who is throwing this party?"
"'Oo else. Why do you zink I am so excited for my daughter?" the madame shrugged off the shop owners question, but his huge smile meant that she had answered his question. Just then, the bell on top of the door made a sound, and in stepped a young girl about the age of 17. Her long, flowing, red hair went just below her shoulders, her emerald green eyes shone bightly, even more against her flawless pale skin. She walked gracefully to where her mother was standing, waiting for the madame to introduce her. "Francios, my daughter, Lily Katherine Evans."
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Father? You called?" Samantha said sweetly as she stepped into her father's huge office. He was leaning on his desk, reading some paper work closely. He didnt even look up to greet her, but Sam was used to this kind of treatment from her father... they were never really close anyway. Sometimes it seemed like he'd much rather slave away in the office, than spend time with his children. Sam never took this in offense though, because she realised that if she were in her father's place, she'd feel the same way too. Which kind of explained Sam and James' harsh up bringing and wicked temper. Her father never stood for incompetence, and neither would she--or James for that matter.
"Samantha, I'm afraid there has been an emergency." He said, looking at her straight in the eye. His stare, much like her's, could scare people shitless. It scared her sometimes too, but she grew up looking into cold eyes. Those of her father, brother and grandfather, they were all the same. People often said that the eyes of the Potter's held power, so she felt she should never let them go soft.
"What sort of emergency?" she asked sharply, matching her father's tone.
"Ministry business, and none of yours!" he snapped. His harsh words did not scare her. She still looked him straight in the eye, daring him to continue. "I will be flying to Scotland in a matter of hours, and then I have some work in Japan."
"And when will you be back?" she asked lightly. "3 days? 2 weeks?"
"3 months, Samantha." he said clearly.
"Excuse me?" she said, looking at him incredelously. "And your party? its in 3 weeks! Who'll take care of it?"
"Your mistake, Samantha, is that it is not MY party." he said calmly. "It is a party for the children of Magical Ministries United." He circled his daughter and smirked. "Which means...?"
Samantha rolled her eyes. "James and I are the hosts, not you." He nodded slowly, and gave her the signal to leave. As she stepped out of the door she groaned. "A night with rich Ministry brats!"
"Oh and Samantha..."
"Yes?" She asked, giving her father a cold look.
"Madame Evans will be dropping her daughter here. She is your guest for the next 3 months. They just arrived from France. Make a good impression and tell James to brush up on his French!" her father barked.
"Yes Father. Adieu!" she said sarcastically. She briskly walked up the stairs to her room. A ministry children's party? Surely James' friends Remus, Sirius and that disgrace Peter would show up. Lucius would have been invited. She spit out in disgust. She didnt see the need to have a party. The ministry officials hardly had kids anyway. All James' friends were only children, as were his enemies for that matter. She hoped that her brother would keep his hormones in tact for one night, because finding a girl in his bed the next morning would be dreadful!
She rolled her eyes and relaxed on her bed. She'd tell James everything later.
