Post by katherine riley bell on Aug 4, 2011 11:55:36 GMT -5
Katie wasn't much for sitting around and doing nothing. She loved activity, whether it be complex (like quidditch) or simple (like going for a walk). Mostly, she just hated sitting around alone for too long in her apartment, which was far too big for him to be in alone, for the most part. Grabbing her purse, she headed out, not sure whats he was going to do, but knowing that she needed to do it, else she was going to go stir crazy. Shoes on, she locked the door and tucked away her keys in the same pocket she kept her wand, and descended into the street.
She had no real destination when she started walking. She'd never taken enough time to explore her neighbourhood, and she figured this was the time to start. As she walked, Katie noticed that her neighbourhood was full of interesting attractions; libraries, museums, coffee shops... plenty to do, plenty to see. At least, she figured, she couldn't get too bored in an area like this. She considered going into the large, almost intimidating, library, but instead ducked into a little coffee shop, ordering a latte - the pretentious drink she'd gotten addicted to while visiting Italy with the team a month before. Paying with the muggle money she kept only in her purse, Katie smiled at the boy behind the counter, who smirked and winked in response.
Immediately, her hackles went up. Did he recognize her? She thought he was one of the only wizards in the area. She didn't want press following her like they did her teammates who lived in Diagon Alley. She hated the press - she hated the guys who offered him their bodies in exchange for fame. She hated all of it, really, except playing for a solid team.
Katie realized, as the boy handed her the paper cup containing her beverage (she never understood the use of paper cups - surely they weren't ideal for hot things) that he'd written a rather long number on it. A telephone number, if she remembered correctly from Muggle studies all those years ago. She stared at it a moment, then looked at the boy carefully, and informed him that it was unlikely she'd call. He didn't look pleased, and Katie frowned. Wasn't honesty the best policy?
To avoid the coffee boy's anger, she ducked back out into the street, and right into someone. "Ah, sorry" She managed, as ever as she tried to steady her coffee and avoid spilling, "Didn't mean to hit you."
