7 Stamens and Shamans
Minerva had used her own magical skills to transform her body shape and face. She had seen a face in a Muggle magazine and changed herself to fit in. She was wearing up -to-date Muggele clothing. She had managed to slip in with the catering staff. They had been short staffed and an agency had sent some new recruits at late notice. Minerva slipped into the role easily. She did not like the uniform.
She was forced to wear a skimpy tight black and white waitress uniform. She looked like a French Maid that she had once seen in an adult magazine of her brothers. One that she should not have been even looking at.
Her heels were high and she took care to walk carefully as she wove in and out between the tables offering a selection of dainty French delicacies as well as tea and coffee to the invited guests. She had cast a charm on the bottom of the short skirt to ensure that her knickers did not show.
Pure Blood women drinking tea in pretty china cups being waited on hand and foot. They rarely noticed the staff who served them. Especially if it was in a Muggle establishment like this.
Minerva did not enjoy waitressing but had to continue in her role even though she had spotted the Pure Bloods easily. Emotions were high but she swiftly brought them under quick control. She knew the ring leader. BITCH! She persevered to keep on her blank face but failed miserably. She could not help frown at this witch. A witch who had brought her to tears more than once.
She was glad that she did not need to stay for the fashion part of the event as the catering came to an end. She continued in her role and cleared away the china from off of the tables. Much to her surprise a fellow waitress handed over to her a brown packet as she was preparing to leave.
"I’ve picked this up for you dear, I know you are new and I wanted to hand over your pay with your part of the tips. Here is my card if you need more waitressing work." The pretty blonde smiled, her bright red lipstick shining. "I’ve got to go, as I've somebody waiting, you know?" She gave Minerva a cheeky wink as she turned to leave, then whispered, "Going to keep a darling hunk of a man busy, while his wife is spending his brass,” she giggled with a wink, you know how it is love?"
Minerva nodded and broke into a smile wishing her luck. She clutched at the brown envelope containing the muggle money. She ripped at the corner to see some pink notes as well as the odd blue one and some loose change. "Nice," she smirked, she would enjoy spending it. She shoved it into the pocket of her short skirt and scooted off into the female staff changing room.
Inside she transformed into her Muggle clothing she had arrived in and then left through the half open door and then down the back stairs and through the rear door of the hotel
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