Kat was a rather sweet girl and she loved to laugh, and her teasing was all gentle and friendly. Occasionally things she said or did came as a shock to people, but it's almost always quite funny.
"Yes," she said teasingly in reply. Because come on? What witch didn't really miss the Quidditch calendars, seriously? She smiled. "I bet it was. Birds of a feather love to talk together, yeah?" She tweaked the quote easily to fit the situation.
"Well, if you need help, I might be able to point you in the right direction. My dad was a muggleborn and he used to bring me out into Muggle London." Much to her mother's horror and displeasure. She felt comfortable with the admission with Mandy, though, as she was obviously comfortable enough with Muggles.
"It's been awhile, but I think I still know a lot of it." She lived in a flat that was more in Muggle London than it was in magical, the building owned by a Squib who didn't really care who he rented to.
Kat shrugged one shoulder, feeling a little skeptical. On one hand, she understood what the Ministry was doing -- there were many wrongs they needed to address and things could help people; on the other hand, she knew where the disgruntlement was comng from -- she knew many purebloods on the 'wrong' side of the fence, and they weren't that bad (of course, she reminded herself, many of them just didn't realize her blood heritage).
"I'll do that, or feel free to owl me. My schedule is all over the place, but it's usually easily rearranged. Though Tuesdays don't tend to be good -- that's my typical deadline for Witch Weekly."