It was still early. A light breeze swept across the lake, stirring ripples.
Beneath the clear water, silver Remora Fish could be seen. What a rare sight—they should not have appeared here.
"Kate, what do you think this is?" Ryan asked, ever eager to play teacher.
"Hmm, let me see. Fish?" Kate stood on tiptoe and looked down at the lake through the window. A dozen or so silver flashes streaked past like shooting stars.
"What kind of fish?"
"I—don't—know," Kate answered slowly, rolling her eyes. In her view, Ryan was probably trying to play that teacher-and-student game again.
Penelope's last-minute revision sessions before the final exams had apparently unleashed some sort of demon.
It was fun, and cool. As a Ravenclaw, she did not dislike it either. But even the tastiest hamburger became tiresome if eaten too often. Right now, Kate felt trapped in a delightful sort of misery.
"These are Remora Fish, magical creatures that live in the Indian Ocean."
"Kate, do you know what kind of magic they possess? It has something to do with ships. Here's a hint."
"Hmm, there's a fish whose abilities are very similar to theirs. Muggle scholars discovered it. It's called a remora, and its English name, Remora, is very close to Ramora, the name of the Remora Fish. The most distinctive thing about this type of fish is the sucker on top of its head, which lets it attach itself to larger fish and travel around." Ryan gave her the hint.
"A sucker?"
"Attachment?"
"Something to do with ships?"
"Aha, I know! It makes ships slower!" Kate answered, clenching her little fist.
"That's right! They possess powerful magic and can hold seagoing ships in place. They are sailors' guardians."
"They are also creatures that wizards are forbidden from poaching under the