RP: Katie & Remus Who: Katie Bell & Remus Lupin What: Katie panics after seeing Dean's journal Where: Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes, Diagon Alley When: Late Afternoon, Saturday 20th January Rating: TBD Status: Ongoing
Katie very rarely had the chance to sit down during a Saturday shift at the shop. All day long work was steady, with witches and wizards seemingly curious about what everything did coming and going in a never-ending stream. Katie always had been familiar with most of the twins products, but having been at the shop enough weeks to have lost count and Katie considered herself a near expert now. Or at least an expert when it came to what everything did. If anybody were to ask her about how anything worked and her answer of 'only Mr and Mr Weasley would know that' would usually be true.
Which is why she spent most of her time talking with customers, restocking the shelves and ringing up purchases. It wasn't hard work, but it was tiring, especially when you were twenty six weeks pregnant and so after the shop had started to empty Katie took the opportunity to sit down. Not sure where anybody else was and not yet ready to close up and she transfigured a box near to the counter into a perching stool and reached under the counter for her bag. An hour from now and she'd be home with Oliver. She'd draw herself a bath in his ridiculously deep tub and maybe if he hadn't eaten or cooked already she could grab something to eat on her way home for afterwards.
Moving to sit, one hand on her stomach and Katie wriggled her journal out from the material of her sachel with the other. She was about to reach for her quill but instead noticed the red along the edge of her pages and instead flung it open, her fingers flicking through the pages and her eyes scanning the parchment.
Dean.
Dean was bleeding. He was in Diagon and...
Katie's heart sank. She could feel the moment that time seemed to slow down, how the interior of the shop seemed to expand as she moved to stand.
Too jarred by seeing Evan Rosier's name and knowing exactly what he was capable of and Katie didn't have enough sense about her to recognise that the blood was dry and that Dean was likely either safe or captured (whether he was hurt badly or not). Instead, she could feel the panic rising, her stool clattering to the ground, startling her further and making logical thinking near impossible.
She knew she needed to do something, call somebody, but her sight was blurring around the edges and all she could think to do was sink to the floor, one hand at her stomach and the other grasping a hold of the table leg behind her. God she hoped Dean was okay, that he'd gotten away and that Rosier was gone. Even his name had her recall the white hot searing pain his fiendfyre had scarred her with and she was trying her hardest to shift her thoughts to something else, to anything that wouldn't knock the wind out of her like the memory of the pain did, when she felt herself start to drift...