Katie Bell

[Private to Friends (minus Angie)]

Hey guys, could someone do me a little favour while I'm locked up in here? Could someone stop by the shop, tell me how it looks? Think it could open for business again when I get out of here?

But don't... don't tell Ang I'm having you check, yeah? I don't think she'd appreciate it while she's in healer-mode. She wants me to think heal-y thoughts, and nothing else. But like that's ever going to happen, right? I think she'd even get mad that I used my wand for this hex but at least I'm not using it to write, right? Isn't it cool how the quill can tell which write/right/rite I'm going for?

So yeah, could someone go check please? I'll be here. Not like I can really go anywhere.

[Hexed from Death Eaters]

Well I've been holding off on saying this in case I jinxed myself, but I'm so excited! Business is hopping now that I've got the brooms, and I think I need to hire someone to help out!

So does anyone want a job?

WE HAVE BROOMS!!!

Thanks, boys, you're lovely and I owe you both a huge favour!

[Private to Self (friends can read if they're bored enough to try)]
I didn't think it would be like this. I didn't think I thought they would be more understanding of someone getting into the business, but it's no It's not like I haven't been working here for almost half a decade, as if I didn't know what I was doing, but these these men just don't won't refuse to trust me! It's the most infuriating thing of my life and I don't know if I'm cut out for this anymore!

I've got the only bloody Quidditch shop in Diagon Alley, they can't just do this!


[Private to Oliver and Roger]
Hey, guys! I have a teeny-tiny, eensy-weensy gigantic favour to ask you. Help?