Harry did not have anything to do that day. He had vague sort of plans. He thought he would definitely go to the Quidditch pitch and get some practice in, even though the official practices had been cancelled. He had told Ron as much and they had decided to maybe meet up if it worked out. Hermione had disappeared early, the busy whirl of activity that she always was. This left Harry alone in their cottage, nibbling at bits of tropical fruit and offering them to Hedwig. She seemed turned her beak up at everything.

"Well I don't know what's in an owl treat," Harry grumbled at her as he stood to answer the door.

There was an attractive blond girl standing on their doorstep. Harry had no idea who she was, but she looked like she was on her way to the beach.

The dog he remembered. He gave Chang a passing smirk then looked at the girl.

"Can I help you?"