Harry, Kat, and the Chambers of Secrets ➩ Book 2 [Harry Potter] | #Wattys2016

[CHAPTER 8] Snape's Red Hanky

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"Arlin, wake her up!"

"Which Arlin, Linda?"

"ARLIN!"

"Okay!" Mr. Beryl exclaimed, running towards the living room. He stopped short with a smile, seeing Kataleen fell asleep on Arlin's shoulder while he was reading the Daily Prophet. "Arlin."

"Dad," he acknowledged with a smile. "Kataleen showered already, but she fell asleep."

"I can see that," he smirked, seeing Kataleen was wearing her glasses, with her hair wet, and dressed in a pastel pink shirt with blue leggings. "Come on, the Weasleys will come any minute."

He nodded, so Mr. Beryl left and went to Linda. Eventually Arlin shook her awake. "Kat, wake up, before you drool all over my sleeve. Come on."

Kataleen just squirmed, turning over with a grunt.

Arlin humphed, fingering her wet hair absentmindedly. "Kataleen, come on, wake up. Get your trunk from the kitchen and get off me."

With one powerful shake, Kataleen shot up like a bullet. She looked around, looking at Arlin with a sigh. "Thanks, Arl. Woke me up before Ms. Amaroni can lead me to your dead body."

He frowned. "Amaroni?"

"She's...She said her name," Kataleen said, suddenly processing what she just said. After some seconds, she spoke, "Odd. She...she gave her name in this dream."

"Well, you can meet Ms. Amaroni in another dream," Arlin said, standing up, "because we're about to go. You should get your trunk before you fall asleep again."

She pouted. "I'm drying my hair first."

"I'm drying my sleeve too," he said, pointing at the huge wet mark on his shoulder, making her blush.

After they took turns using Mrs. Beryl's magic hairdryer, Mr. Beryl promptly declared, "Those are the Weasleys! Hurry up there, kids!"

They all rushed down the stairs, hearing the horn honk loudly. They pulled their trunks along, Yuri, their Persian cat, asleep on Arlin's shoulder, and the owls Remus and Lotus in their respective cages, each placed on their trunks.

"Hiya, guys!" the twins greeted, waving.

They all waved back, and Kataleen's wide smile faded when she saw Ginny, seated on Fred's lap, was glaring daggers. However, that same smile returned at Adele waving and yelling.

They took their positions, and soon they were off to the station. The ride was cheery, and full of conversation. Harry, seated beside Kataleen, started up a conversation with Arlin regarding their quidditch this year.

"What I'm worried about is Oliver and Jed," Arlin commented.

He shrugged. "Yeah, the two were clawing each other's eyes out last year."

"Say, Adele, did you see the Prophet?" Kataleen said, starting her own conversation. When she nodded Kataleen frowned, adding, "Arrogant little brute. Really nailed his way to the front page."