The Lost Heiress

Uptown London, September 1926

Song of the Chapter: "Let's Misbehave" Irving Aaronson and His Commanders

It was a rainy evening in London, but that could never stop Amelia Pyrites from going out on the town with her mates. She glanced down at her watch which read eight forty-five and walked as quick as her heels allowed her down the street. She had decided the walk would be good for her after doing paperwork at her desk in the Ministry all day. After all, it was only a few blocks away.

The rain pounded the pavement threatening to ruin her pristine blond curls as she hurried to the exclusive wizard pub, Magnificent, in uptown. Despite the rain the street was filled with wizards leaving the ministry. She couldn't help but be thankful for her mother's advice to use a potion to keep her hair in pristine condition. As her dear mother says, "You never know who you could possibly meet." Admittedly, she was running late because of this but Primrose and Maeve should be used to it by now. She rushed under a black awning and checked her reflection in the store window. Her cherry lipstick still looked fresh, her long lashes shielded piercing green eyes, and her blush added the extra color she deemed necessary on a night such as this. She was clutching a small black purse with her wand and spending money inside. The black dress she wore showed enough for anyone to know she was up to no good, and that was exactly how she liked it.

Continuing up the street she saw her destination: an ordinary looking red brick building with three long steps leading to a set of black iron double doors. She could hear the music as the door opened and watched a few wizards hurry inside. The sound of jazz music poured out of the doorway and then quickly silenced as the door closed. She spotted her mates huddled under a single umbrella waiting on Amelia to arrive. Primrose's raven hair was long and curled and clutched onto a ruby red purse. She chose to wear a striking red dress with fringe, as well as some sequins on the bottom, and a pair of black heels. Maeve's light brown hair was short but she still insisted on curling it. She decided on a blue dress to match her blue eyes, held a small yellow purse, and was wearing black heels. Amelia smiled and waved at them as she continued walking up to them.

"Where have you been? We were supposed to meet here 20 minutes ago!" Primrose whispers as her hazel eyes slightly widened with annoyance at her mate's tardiness.

"Well, mother insisted that I use a new potion to keep my hair curled because this dreadful rain would surely ruin all my hard work. It took longer than expected." Amelia exclaims dramatically as both Primrose and Maeve roll their eyes.

"You never know who you could possibly meet." We all say mockingly. Amelia's mother was something else. Each and every time the witches visited Pyrites Manor they would be reminded of this. Her mother means well but with the amount of times she said this particular phrase it had become an inside joke between the trio.

"Shall we go in?" Amelia said as she pointed toward the doors.

"We shall." Maeve smirked and led the girls to the front door.

The doors of Magnificent were charmed to require a password that changed weekly in order to ensure the exclusivity and secrecy of what the building really was to muggle eyes. The owner, a successful business wizard known only as Coleman, felt the exclusivity of the pub would force more people to rush to the doors and as the password spread through London each week the pub became increasingly busy. The allure of the pub spread quickly as soon as the Daily Prophet reported it's opening. This was only the second time the trio had overheard the password and it was only obtained because of Maeve's incredible eavesdropping abilities while in the St. Mungo's Hospital healer training program.