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Chapter 3: The Managress
"Lucy Thunders, well-acclaimed teenage superstar, has confirmed rumors regarding her move back to London to pursue her career there. Extremely talented in the fields of acting, singing, dancing, and modeling, Lucy's departure will cause America the loss of one of their finest young teenage specimens....."
Ms. Salem put the magazine down, rubbed her temples, then looked up tiredly at the girl sitting in front of her.
There was a moment of silence.
"So, you've really decided to go back?"
The girl looked up in a bored manner, her long eyelashes fluttering.
"Well, that's what it says, doesn't it?"
Ms. Salem, principal of Delta New Salem groaned inwardly and sighed.
"Couldn't you at least have told your manager, Lucy?"
Lucy laughed rudely and nonchalantly continued examining her perfect French Manicure.
"That old hag?! I fired her ages ago."
"LUCY!"
The girl continued on, ignoring the scolding, her headmistress was given her.
"Look. I don't have time for this. I have to attend this party the girls are holding. I'm the main act. They'll freak if I pull a no-show. Could we just like get this over with?"
Ms. Salem sighed again, realizing she wasn't going to win this argument.
"Sure. You may leave."
"Right. One more thing. I'll need a new manager when I get to London. The applications are already on your desk. Find me a good one, ok?"
Not waiting for an answer, Lucy Thunders walked out of the room.
Shaking her head, Ms. Salem watched Lucy's retreating form.
'What a pity. She WAS such a nice girl. Shy, but nice.'
And with that, Ms. Salem got to work on the applications.
"What do you mean I'm fired?!"
"Mrs. Potter, your services are no longer creditable in this company. We are relieving you of your duties as Starla's manager."
"But.... but..."
"Good day, Mrs. Potter."
The door shut in Lily Potter's face.
"ARGH!"
Lily put her back against the wall and slid down to a crouch.
'Great. I've just lost my job. How am I going to get a new one?'
"Hm.... Lily Potter. Good credits. Believes strongly in fan trust. No publicity stunts. Head Girl in Hogwarts. I think we have a match."
Ms. Salem put down the application and called out to the Caller. The Caller was a misty globe that suspended in mid-air and provided means of communication to whoever's name you called out.
"Ms. Lucy Thunders."
The globe swirled pink and purple clouds before clearing to reveal an annoyed Lucy's face.
"WHAT?!"
"Ms. Thunders, I have found you a manager. She..."
"Whatever. Hire her. Alright?"
"But Ms. Thunders, do you not want to hear about her credentials, beliefs, and so forth?"
"Frankly, I couldn't give a shit."
When she said that statement, the girls around her erupted into giggles of awe at Lucy's rudeness.
Ms. Salem's face turned stony.
"Alright then, I'll leave you alone."
"Great! Finally, you got the point."
There was another eruption of giggles before the globe turned black.
Ms. Salem turned back to the application.
She stared at the picture of the red-haired, green-eyed, soon to be manager of Lucy Thunders.
"Alright then, Mrs. Potter. I guess you're hired."
An excited Lily Potter burst into the Living Room, where James Potter, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Arabella Figg, and the Marauders were gathered.
"Guess what?!?! I just got off the phone with Ms. Salem, you know? The headmistress of the school Lucy Thunders goes to? AND SHE SAID... I'M HIRED TO BE LUCY'S NEW MANAGRESS! She's going to come live with us for a month until she gets settled into the house she's building next door. Oh, isn't this great? She arrives in a week."
There was a moment of stunned silence.
Then...
"OH MY GOD!"
The living room erupted into the shouts of excitement and joy.
"She's going to be here! Under this roof! She's my idol!"
"LUCY THUNDERS?!?! AIN'T SHE THE HOT TEEN SENSATION SWEEPING THROUGH AMERICA?!?! NICE BODY THAT ONE!"
That comment was contributed by Sirius, who received a warning whack from Arabella Figg, his girlfriend.
"Don't be perverted! She's too young for you."
Then, for the first time, Lupin spoke.
"Lily, isn't that the same time as the annual Potter Cousin Gathering is?"
They all froze.
"Oh my gosh! You're right! Oh! She'll definitely refuse! I mean, she's.... Lucy Thunders. Why would she want to live in a house overrun with a dozen little pests, not counting you guys."
"Well, if she's that picky, than she's a bitch and not worth working for."
"HARRY! Don't talk about my client that way!"
"It's true!"
Harry Potter had matured. He was a now a boy of sixteen, with a hot body, bright green eyes, and the trademark messy hair.
"No, Lily. My boy here has a point. I don't want a stickler in our house. She'll ruin the fun."
James defended Harry.
"She's not a stickler! She's awesome!" Hermione argued.
The crowd burst out into argument.
Exasperated, Lily got on top of the table and screeched.
"WILL YOU ALL SHUTUP?!?!"
Silence.
"Better. Now, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to call and see if it would be alright for her to live her with a dozen wacky cousins around. If not, to bad so sad. If so, be happy for me you guys. This is huge! Lucy Thunders is... LUCY THUNDERS!"
One by one, the crowed agreed.
"Alright."
"Fine."
"Whatever."
"Good." Lily smiled. "I'll go make the call."
"So, let me get this straight? I, LUCY THUNDERS, am living with a family of twelve brats, and other assorted members of the family until I get settled in, NEXT DOOR?!?!"
Smiling meekly, Ms. Salem shrunk back in her chair and braced herself.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?! I REFUSE TO STAY WITH TWELVE LITTLE IDIOTS! I'M LUCY THUNDERS! I DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS!"
"Well, at least, you'll get a new house. You can move out as soon as it's done."
Lucy paused.
"No budgets on the house?"
"No budgets."
After a moment of contemplation....
"Fine. I'll do it."
Letting out her breath, Ms. Salem smiled shakily.
"Good."
Seemingly cooled off, Lucy plopped herself down and crossed her long slender legs.
"So, what did you say the family's name was?"
"Oh.... Potter... that's right. The Potters."
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