Okay, so I am continuing this story. It took me so long, because I was fighting with myself if I wanted to continue or not. Some people may think that fighting with themselves is very strange, well for me it is completely normal. But a lot of you wanted me to continue, so here I am at my computer typing it. So, here we go!

Katie walked along the busy streets of Diagon Alley. They were always busy, but today they were ten times as busy. It always got like this, it being only a few days before Christmas.

She mentally cursed herself for waiting until the last minute for doing all of her shopping. This year she told herself that she would get an early start. But that didn't happen. She waited until 4 days before to get all of it done. She wouldn't have even done it today, unless her mum had yanked her out of her bed and told her she better get going now or else she would be doing it the night before Christmas eve.

The packages she was carrying seemed to be weighing down on her more and more as she trudged through the snow. Tripping over her own feet, she fell to the ground, and was crushed under the weight of the many bags and boxes.

"Bloody hell." She muttered. "Why do I have to be so damn clumsy?"

"Do you need some help?" A voice above her said. She looked up to see a handsome face looking down at her.

"Oh, um. Sure." Katie replied. She took the guy's hand and he gently pulled her up. "Thanks."

"Oh it's no problem. I'm Chandler by the way." He stuck out his hand again, but not to help her up, but for her to shake.

"Katie." She told him, grasping his hand and shaking it.

"I know who you are." She rose her eyebrows. He laughed and shook his head. "I'm sorry that sounded a little weird. I mean I know you from school."

"Oh, I'm sorry I seem to be blanking. I don't think I've ever talked to you. Are you in any of my classes?"

"Oh no, I just know you because you're like a Quidditch star." Katie smiled and gave a half laugh.

"I'm not a Quidditch star." She said.

"Don't be modest, you're wonderful. Probably the best chaser! But of course all three of you chasers are amazing."

"Well thank you." Katie said, flattered. "So are you a Gryffindor?"

"Oh, nah I'm a Ravenclaw."

"Oh, so shouldn't you be saying that you're team is better?" She joked.

"Honestly, I wish I could. But they suck."

"Ravenclaw doesn't suck, it's Hufflepuff that sucks." She laughed.

"Yeah, that is true, but still, I mean we're third. You guys are first." Katie couldn't help but shrug. They both laughed. "Wow, you've got a lot of packages here." Chandler said gesturing to the fallen parcels.

"Oh, yeah. Well Christmas shopping."

"I figured. Well if you would like to take a quick break from that Christmas shopping, we could have some coffee?" Katie bit her lip, like she always did when she was thinking. After a minute she sighed and said,

"I would love to Chandler," he smiled, but she went on. "but my mother would kill me if she knew that I was taking a break from shopping and having coffee. But maybe another time." He nodded in understandment.

"I understand, my mum gets that way too. But here, let me give you my address, you can owl anytime." He took out a notepad from his pocket, along with a pen, and scribbled down is address on it. He tore the paper off the notepad, and handed it to Katie.

"Bye Quidditch star." He said, and then walked back into the crowd of eager shoppers. Katie smiled to herself and stuck the piece of paper in her bag.

She leaned down and picked up all of her boxes and bags that were in the snow. She looked down at her list, and walked into the Quidditch supply store where she was to get Angelina, Alicia, Harry, and Oliver's gift.

I hope you liked it, and yes incase any of you are wondering, Chandler will be coming back in this story. Don't worry. I should probably have the next chapter up relatively soon, because I have nothing better to do then write it.

Okay, on a more serious note. What if I told you I was on my death bed, and my last dying wish was for you guys to review my story? Well I don't have that big of a reason for you to review, but I do have a pretty good reason! The reason is drum roll please: I want you to! YEAH! So do it!