Who: Katie Bell and Augustus Pye When: Tuesday morning. Where: St. Mungo's Rating: Low Summary: Katie visits an old friend for a little help. If anything is wrong in here, please let me know, Mungos people!
The wizarding hospital had a great deal of bad memories for Katie, but the person she was going to visit wasn't one of them. Augustus had been one of her dearest friends during the long six month stretch that she'd spent there, recovering from Malfoy's assassination attempt on Dumbledore's life. She was dressed down, not looking anything fancy, and she stepped into the hospital, asking a rather harried looking witch where Augustus Pye might be.
The woman gave her a look, clearing her throat and looking expectant.
"Might I have your papers?"
Katie looked at her as if she'd grown a third head. Staring for a moment, the woman became a bit more flustered.
"What is your blood status?"
Katie snorted and shook her head, turning and moving towards where she believed the West Wing would be. The woman tried to catch up with her and Katie growled under her breath, reaching into her jacket and pulling out a small set of papers. The witch took them, looked over them, and then placed her hand on Katie's arm.
"Oh no, you don't want the West Wing. That wing is for the muggleborns."
Finally, Katie shook the woman's hand off of her arm and gave her a cross look. "I want the West Wing. I don't care if I'm a damned pureblood. I'm going west." Making a noise of disgust, she pulled away from the witch and continued on down the hall. Thankfully, the nurse said nothing else, disappearing down the corridor back to her desk.
As she walked, Katie couldn't help but notice how suddenly busy everything was. Moving through the crowd of people, she looked around for Gus, knowing that she'd spot him sooner or later. He wasn't hard to see.