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[Katie Bell]

*rushes in, almost tripping over the threshold*

Oi! One of these day's I'm going to fall flat on my face...

*swiftly walks to the back of the shop, pulling out a small brass key to unlock the door*

*enters the room, sighing at the chaotic pile of parchment, picture frames and quills littering the desk*

I really need to get this store back in shape...

[Harry Potter]

*Peers in through the window, his hood pulled low over his eyes*

*Sighs wishing he could play Quidditch again so badly*

*Frowns, noticing a familiar face behind the glass*

*Licks his lips, wondering whether he should make himself known*

*Takes a deep breath, walking into the shop and pretending to look at a new Nimbus model*

[Katie Bell]

*Shuffles through the order forms, etc on the desk, tossing old or useless ones into the rubbish*

Note to self: never let it get this bad.

*Huffs, finishing organizing the back room as quickly as possible, not believeing the previous owner passed the mess on without a warning*

*Happily leaves the room, knowing the rest of the store is in much better shape.*

*Is slightly startled by the chimes, announcing the first [potential] customer of the day.*

*Turns to face whomever just entered.*

*Quirks an eyebrow at the wizard's appearance.*

*Watches as the wizard silently enters, seemingly distracted by the new Nimbus model on display.*

'Allo sir! Welcome to Quality Quidditch Supplies.

*Smiles*

Looking for a new broom?

[Harry Potter]

*Smiles, enjoying hearing the familiar voice*

*Takes a deep breath*

I dunno. You see, I lost my firebolt a little while ago.

*He smirked, wondering whether she recognised his voice yet*

Shame really; you used to like riding it, if I remember correctly?

[Katie Bell]

*blinks*

_{It...it can't be! Can it?}

F-firebolt?

*Stands frozen*

Blimey!

*Takes one step towards the wizard*

Harry? Is that you?

*Smiles, caught between wanting to tackle the bloke or throttle him*

[Harry Potter]

*Glances around the otherwise deserted shop before lowering his hood*

*Smiles at her a little nervously*

Katie...

*Glances down at the Nimbus*

It's a lovely broom but I don't go out enough to warrent having it. Anyway, I think my firebolt is still at my Aunt and Uncle's house. I should really just go and find it.

[Katie Bell]

*Scoffs*

Of course it's a lovely broom, wouldn't be here otherwise.

*Pauses, clearing her throat*

You think it's there? You lost it?

*Cocks one eyebrow*

You and brooms, Harry. Honestly...

[Harry Potter]

*Laughs*

I had to leave in a bit of a hurry...

*Grins reaching out his hand, hesitantly*

Can I touch it?

*Feels like a naughty little schoolboy*

[Katie Bell]

*Innocent expression*

I don't know...you break it you buy it.

*Smirks*

But nothing will mysteriously happen to it, right?

[Harry Potter]

*Grins and lays his hand on the broom, marvelling at the glossy sheen*

Wow...

*Pulls his hand back and looks up at her*

So how come you're working here?

[Katie Bell]

*Sighs*

Long story actually...

*Scans the empty shop, eyes lingering on the display of Hogwarts Quidditch equipment*

After Hogwarts I came here, looking for a job. If anything, I just expected it to be a temporary way of earning a few Galleons until I found something a bit more permanent.

*Looks back at Harry, grinning*

It didn't take long for me to get hooked on this little shop, though. It got to the point where the previous owner asked if I wanted his job, since I was basically taking over anyway. I spent most of my free time here if there was nothing else to do.

*Laughs*

I thought he was joking! But he wasn't. He said he wanted to take a break, go travel a bit you know? I offered to watch the place until he returned...

*Turns eyes to the floor, shuffling her feet*

He agreed. And he left. That was almost 5 months ago and I haven't heard anything since. No owl, no floos...nothing.

*Takes a deep breath and looks up at Harry again, smiling*

Moving on though, I know it might sound a bit harsh...but I really like being in charge here. At least I know what I'm doing- most of the time- so it's not like buisness is crashing or anything. Enough about that, how have you been? Honestly?

[Harry Potter]

*Grins, listening to her account, impressed by the way she's making something of her life*

You're lucky. I'd love to have free run of a place like this!

*Looks around again, slightly in awe*

Do you get to try out the merchandise?

*Sighs at her question*

Not wonderful, to be honest. Although I've been very well aquainted with a certain little substance known as firewhiskey and that usually numbs any self pity.

*Gives her a lopsided smile*

[Katie Bell]

*Glares at the comment of Firewhisky*

Yes, I get to try everything out. I'd rather have someone backfire on me than on another witch or wizard. I was thinking of asking you to help out, but you can't be trusted on any of this if you're drunk on Firewhisky.

[Harry Potter]

*Sighs*

I couldn't help even if I wasn't a raging drunk... I'm being hunted... By everyone!

*Frowns and turns to the door*

I shouldn't have come in here in the first place. It was stupid of me to come in here...

[Katie Bell]

*Her eyes widen*

Harry, no!

*She rushes over and takes hold of his cloak, pulling him back*

You don't have to leave yet, I promise.

*She realizes how pathetic that sounds- but she missed talking to Harry. With all the rumours going around, she feels better now that she can actually see him and see that he's alive*

I mean, unless you have somewhere else you're supposed to be, of course...

*Looks down at the floor, still holding onto his cloak*