"This song sounds pretty good. That voice... it feels like I've heard it somewhere before."
Having just finished his bath and changed into thermal underwear, Albert came out to the courtyard for breakfast. Listening to the light song playing nearby, he pulled out a chair across from the table and began enjoying the lavish breakfast the House-elves had just brought.
"You really can't tell?"
Katrina paused her yoga practice and gave her brother-in-law a very strange look.
"It does feel like I've heard it somewhere before. Is there a problem?" Albert took a sip of milk and picked up the newspaper from the table, ready to see if anything noteworthy had happened recently.
"Keep pretending. Your mistress is singing, and you can't recognize her voice?" Katrina curled her lip at Albert's act and dropped the shocking remark.
Pfft! Albert sprayed the milk he had just swallowed all over the newspaper.
Cough, cough, cough.
Mistress?
The word truly caught him off guard.
"The beautiful vampire lady from Spain." Katrina smiled as she reminded him. "This is her latest record, released after she graduated from school."
"Spain, vampire? You mean Yanila. I haven't seen her in a long time. And she isn't a vampire—she just has a little vampire blood. She doesn't drink blood herself."
With a light flick of his fingers, Albert seemed to pull a handkerchief out of thin air and wiped the corner of his mouth. "By the way, where did you get this record?"
"From your holiday gifts. You had me open them last time. There was a holiday parcel from her, along with a letter. It should be in your study with the other letters."
Katrina had not opened the letter, but she could still guess what it said. She looked Albert up and down, then suddenly