Katrin arrived at The Jouster about five minutes before her set. She had completely lost track of time, especially at the candle booth. Her debate over which scents would be approved of by both her parents took longer than expected. Whilst her mother adored scented candles, her father would complain (loudly) about the purpose of candles being to light a room not perfume it. It was one of the many ongoing battles between the two of them, both being quite stubborn and determined to win. Katrin was one of the small number who knew that the legendary fights between the pair were more of an ongoing joke than anything else. The arguments were over trivial and superficial things, and resolutions were rarely made as they argued for the sake of arguing. They began these very public 'debates' to keep the attention of the busybodies at Court away from more personal and private matters (including more serious conflicts which were usually resolved quickly and with some sort of compromise). This original purpose still remained, but over the years a game developed and careful record was kept. Katrin and her siblings became the referees, and at the end of the year the loser would have to plan a unique prize for the winner. Sometimes, the issue being argued would not even really matter to either party, but they took one side and had at it for the sake of the show.

Dutiful daughter that she was, Katrin purchased a variety of the scandalous hand dipped scented candles at each faire she attended over the summer and presented the lot to her parents at the beginning of autumn eagerly awaiting the new reasons her father would give for snuffing the flame in company (although he 'secretly' enjoyed the candles as much as her mother). She was careful, though, to avoid the scents that her parents truly did dislike. Most of the time, the choosing was an easy task, but sometimes the combinations were tricky and difficult to decide upon.

By the time she was done, she found the hours had completely flown by and, in fear of being too late to get settled, she ran up the hill to The Jouster. As she stood by the bar, trying to catch her breath and setting up her instruments for her soon-to-start performance, she took stock of the audience gathered around and tried to feel out the general mood.

Bill couldn't be sure, but there was something... almost magical about this young woman. It did not have anything to do with her performance. There was simply something about her that fairly drew him in. He first caught sight of her as she stood by the bar and gazed across the crowd. Now, as she stood on the makeshift stage singing and playing her songs, telling her stories and jokes, he could not keep his eyes off her. He was determined to discover just what, exactly, it was about her that had him so entranced. Unfortunately, he was not sure that he had the time this afternoon. He checked today's schedule again, and found that this performance was the last for this alehouse and the faire would be closing to the public about an hour later. Perhaps he could contrive to meet her before it closed. Then, he could come back next weekend and talk to her more. Maybe he should just ask her to go out on a date. A what?? You are out of your mind, Fitzwilliam Theodophilus Weasley, he thought to himself. One, you don't even know the girl. Two, you're going back to England in a week and a half. And three... what makes you think she'd go for you? Well, fine then. Maybe they could just become pen friends. Are you twelve years old? Pen friends?? Bill made a mental note to have a serious discussion with his rational side later on and find out when it became so cynical. Stoically, he ignored himself and concentrated instead on her music and what he should say later on.

The ever-watchful pair of eyes focused on the young man with red hair. He was not quite sure what to make of him. He was dressed somewhat like Indiana Jones, but with long hair tied back in a ponytail and a bizarre tooth-like earring, he looked more like he should be on that Crocodile Hunter show than sitting at a Renaissance Faire enjoying a glass of mead. What disturbed the watcher most, however, was the look in the stranger's eyes. Many people watched Kati perform with intense adoration and, sometimes, a touch of envy. But this stranger... something was different about it. Not really sure what would happen next, the owner of the eyes sat back and kept watch over this red headed visitor, just in case.