Who: Katie Bell and Silas Dobbs When: September 23, Evening Where: St. Mungo's Rating: Low Summary: Katie goes to visit Tavish, runs into his fiancee'. Awkwardness ensues.
It was her second try. If the same witch got into her way, Katie was going to levitate her and step right beneath her. She wasn't having any of this shit anymore. She was going to see Tavish and that was that. Forget the Death Eaters that might be hanging about. They hadn't recognized her so far, not from the journals or ought else, so she wasn't worried that they would now. No, she was going to see Tavish for herself, let him know that she was there, and stay for as long as she could.
Only, she didn't figure others might be visiting him. Narrow-sighted still, ever since she and Blaise found him, she stepped into St. Mungo's and fought the chill that moved through her every time she entered this Circe-be-damned place. She hated the place. Recently, only Gus had made it bearable. Signing in, she made her way to the rooms and caught a young witch, asking for the number.
Once she'd gotten it, she made a beeline for the room. Crossing the threshold, she lifted her eyes to see a small redhead sitting at the bedside. Her eyes went wide and she stopped, a stunned look on her face.
Damn. Of course she would be here. Tavish's fiancee. Katie wasn't sure she had ever gotten the young lady's name, no. She'd just seen her at Pure, dancing. The night she and Tavish had... She stared and when she finally spoke, her voice was tight. Here was the young woman who was going to be marrying Tavish. Having his pureblood children. Carrying on the 'proud wizarding tradition' as laid out by Voldemort and his sick regime. Not that she was to blame.