||[Jan. 15th, 2004|08:07 pm]
I was standing in the queue at Gringott's this morning, bringing in last night's profits, when I noticed a somewhat familiar-looking woman a few people ahead of me in the queue to my right.
I think I've seen her in the Alley before, or I might have seen her at school, I'm not sure. She was tall, for a girl, almost as tall as Ron, but shorter than Charlie, and she had dark hair. Her head was turned, so I couldn't see her eyes, but something tells me they were a light color--it's that bit of famliarity creeping up again.
Anyway, I just thought I'd mark the occasion, just in case I see her again and wonder where I've seen her before (like I did this morning). Now, I can honestly say that I did see her before.
Shop's doing well, of course. Was there any doubt? I just wish that reporter would show up.
There was a nice young woman, had a funny name, started with a T . . . It's not important. Anyway, she kept asking a lot of questions, and even tried out a few of our free samples, but didn't buy anything.
I don't know why that particular customer sticks in my mind, but not even I will try and fathom how my head works sometimes.
Still no luck with Mum; she seems to be avoiding the issue now. Whenever George or I mentions the Order of the Phoenix, she abruptly changes the subject.
I'll let it pass. For now.