"Percy, hi." Tracey hadn't been expecting to run into anyone she knew, but she supposed that Percy Weasley probably lived in the bookshop.
"Happy New Year. I've been fine, thanks. Excuse me," she said, squeezing by him to get past. People's fascination with having sex in libraries suddenly made sense; just that much movement had been a little bit too intimate for her tastes. Tracey was blushing when she finally got to the other side, and adjusted her shirt and her hair. "Merlin, can't they do anything about the size of these aisles? This is ridiculous. I feel like you should've bought me a drink before this. How about you? How have you been?" She kept her eyes trained on the books as she attempted to remember what she'd been looking for.