Characters: Tracey Davis & Theodore Nott Setting: January 17, 2000 - Late Thursday Afternoon - Diagon Alley Summary: A run in. Progress: In progress
Tracey was in a particularly pleasant mood today despite the customary English weather. She'd clocked out of work around five o'clock and had made plans to do some shopping on the way home. There was a sale at Willow Wispin's Wizarding Wardrobe this week and there was a pair of Italian import heals she'd been eyeing for awhile now. She'd decided somewhere during lunch that she was ready to indulge her material wants.
After paying for her new footwear and the new outfit she just had to buy to wear the heels with, it was only natural that she leave the shoppe. As she did so, however, she found herself caught in a collision with another person who was obviously walking a little too close to the exit.
With an uncharacteristic 'oof' and an awkward stumble, Tracey Davis immediately offered a, "Pardon me." The fact that Tracey was in the middle of putting on her gloves and not paying attention to where she was going seemed to warrant some admittance of fault. Glancing up to get a necessary look at the passerby seemed to entice a drop of her immediate train of polite thought. A grin tugged at her lips and she added, "Well if it isn't Theodore Nott."