Dusk.
Katrina had just finished her jog and caught her breath. Sitting on the swing in the corner of the courtyard to rest, she looked up at the sunset clouds on the horizon, then lowered her gaze to the flowerbed in the yard. Her body swayed gently with the swing, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Ever since Isobel and Albert had left on their honeymoon trip, the house had become empty, with only Katrina and her mother remaining.
Although the House-elves took care of everything, their lives were very comfortable, and she could do whatever she liked every day without having to worry like the wizards outside, Katrina had still grown tired of this boring life.
In truth, she knew it was foolish of her to think that way—almost like she was asking for trouble.
It was dangerous outside. Even though the Ministry of Magic had forcefully suppressed the Death Eaters, those vicious bastards still came out to cause trouble from time to time. And because of Albert, she could easily become a target for the Death Eaters.
Being able to stay here, loaf around, and safely get through these turbulent times was undoubtedly very fortunate, but...
"Looks like you're still too idle."
Mrs. McDougal's voice interrupted Katrina's thoughts.
"Don't I help you compile that book every day?" Katrina raised her head and protested unhappily to her mother.
"Let me tell you something."
Ignoring Katrina's complaint, Mrs. McDougal suddenly spoke.
"What is it?"
Katrina was a little impatient. She had a feeling it would not be good news.
"I'm planning to give you all the Galleons the book earns after it's published," Mrs. McDougal said casually.
"Give them to me? Why?" Katrina was skeptical. "And are you sure that book will sell well?"
"To serve as your