The night was cold, the investigation long, and Harry—naturally—had vanished into thin air again. Fleur stood in the middle of the cobbled street, arms thrown in the air.
"I swear, one day I will tie a bell around your neck—like a kitten!"
A flicker of movement on the rooftop. A snow leopard stared down at her, tail flicking lazily. Fleur put a hand on her hip.
"Ah, mon chaton, always so deadly… until someone scratches behind your ears."
The leopard disappeared into the night, but she could almost hear Harry’s sigh of defeat.