Pride and Prejudice: a Jily story

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Pride and Prejudice: a Jily story
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Jily Pride and Prejudice AUAs news reach of a young wizard, Black, settling into the neighbouring estate of Netherthorne, the witches of Sylvanbourn strive to make his acquaintance.Nobody knows a series of convenient, though unexpected, and controversial, nuptials would spring from such an occasion.Lest of all, the independent Lily and the resolutely cold Mr. Potter. (The text is Austen’s original novel, with name-character-place adjustments).
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About the story...- As an avid reader of Jily literature, I have always thought that their dynamic perfectly resembled that of the protagonists of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice: two people who are attracted to each other, without even realizing it, but who can’t at first ignore what they deem to be impossible defects of character.Deciding to pick up Austen’s novel, I thought it would be the easiest thing in the world to replace some names, add some extra definitions here and there, and transform it into James and Lily Potter’s story.- When reading this story, you will be reading Pride and Prejudice. I thought of rewriting the whole thing anew, but then it would have felt as a sort of insult to the author: the study of character and the careful construction of their dynamic cannot so easily be replicated.- Lily Evans and Elizabeth Bennet are spectacularly similar, and in fact they may share the same character. What bothers me, is that James’ and Darcy’s characters are nothing alike. You will feel it while reading, but I found no solution to it, for any correction would have destroyed the basis of the story. Their pureness of heart and impossible devotion to their loved one, however, remain unaltered.- The characters in this story will be magical. I thought to add some details here and there just to prove my point, but the essence itself remains that of a period, social work; not a fantasy. Humans divide themselves by means of titles and jobs, and the best I could do was add blood-status to the mix—an apparently unsurmountable barrier. The meanings of nobleship against workingmen, I have left unaltered, but I think they fit in just well with the blood discourse.- Some characters are taken directly from the Marauders fandom; others, I have decided to invent myself—namely Lily’s sisters (outside from Petunia) and James’ own sister.- If you’ve never read Pride and Prejudice and had been meaning to do so, reading this will be just as good as reading the novel instead.Credits to the two Js: Jane Austen and J.K.R.
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A Mr Black

Mr. Evans was among the earliest of those who waited on Mr. Black. He had always intended to visit him, though to the last always assuring his wife that he should not go; and till the evening after the visit was paid she had no knowledge of it. It was then disclosed in the following manner: observing his second daughter employed in trimming a hat, he suddenly addressed her with:

‘I hope Mr. Black will like it, Lily.’

‘We are not in a way to know what Mr. Black likes,’ said her mother resentfully, ‘since we are not to visit.’

‘But you forget, mama,’ said Lily, ‘that we shall meet him at the assemblies, and that Mrs. Long has promised to introduce him.’

‘I do not believe Mrs. Long will do any such thing. She has two nieces of her own. She is a selfish, hypocritical woman, and I have no opinion of her.’

‘No more have I,’ said Mr. Evans; ‘and I am glad to find that you do not depend on her serving you.’

Mrs. Evans deigned not to make any reply, but, unable to contain herself, began scolding one of her daughters.

‘Don’t keep coughing so, Violet, for Heaven’s sake! Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.’

‘Violet has no discretion in her coughs,’ said her father; ‘she times them ill.’

‘I do not cough for my own amusement,’ replied Violet fretfully. ‘When is your next ball to be, Lily?’

‘To-morrow fortnight.’

‘Aye, so it is,’ cried her mother; ‘and Mrs. Long does not come back till the day before; so it will be impossible for her to introduce him, for she will not know him herself.’

‘Then, my dear, you may have the advantage of your friend, and introduce Mr. Black to her.’

‘Impossible, Mr. Evans, impossible, when I am not acquainted with him myself; how can you be so teasing?’

‘I honour your circumspection. A fortnight‘s acquaintance is certainly very little. One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight. But if we do not venture somebody else will; and after all, Mrs. Long and her nieces must stand their chance; and, therefore, as she will think it an act of kindness, if you decline the office, I will take it on myself.’

The girls stared at their father. Mrs. Evans said only, ‘Nonsense, nonsense!’

‘What can be the meaning of that emphatic exclamation?’ cried he. ‘Do you consider the forms of introduction, and the stress that is laid on them, as nonsense? I cannot quite agree with you there. What say you, Petunia? for you are a young lady of deep reflection, I know, and read great books and make extracts.’

Petunia wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.

‘While Petunia is adjusting her ideas,’ he continued, ‘let us return to Mr. Black.’

‘I am sick of Mr. Black,’ cried his wife.

‘I am sorry to hear that; but why did not you tell me so before? If I had known as much this morning I certainly would not have called on him. It is very unlucky; but as I have actually paid the visit, we cannot escape the acquaintance now.’

The astonishment of the ladies was just what he wished; that of Mrs. Evans perhaps surpassing the rest; though, when the first tumult of joy was over, she began to declare that it was what she had expected all the while.

‘How good it was in you, my dear Mr. Evans! But I knew I should persuade you at last. I was sure you loved your girls too well to neglect such an acquaintance. Well, how pleased I am! and it is such a good joke, too, that you should have gone this morning, and never said a word about it till now.’

‘Now, Violet, you may cough as much as you chuse,’ said Mr. Evans; and, as he spoke, he left the room, fatigued with the raptures of his wife.

‘What an excellent father you have, girls!’ said she, when the door was shut. ‘I do not know how you will ever make him amends for his kindness; or me either, for that matter. At our time of life it is not so pleasant, I can tell you, to be making new acquaintances every day; but for your sakes, we would do any thing. Heather, my love, though you are the youngest, I dare say Mr. Black will dance with you at the next ball.’

‘Oh!’ said Heather stoutly, ‘I am not afraid; for though I am the youngest, I‘m the tallest.’

The rest of the evening was spent in conjecturing how soon he would return Mr. Evans’s visit, and determining when they should ask him to dinner.

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