Katie got the feeling she was being studied and as it was Harry who was doing it, she didn't mind much. It gave her time to mull over the complete and utter bizarrness of this island and the inhabitants pulled from different periods of time.
"Yeah? No offence but when I imagined a tropical island, there's usually the Witch Weekly calender blokes on it and they're wearing bigger grins."
Katie took a long pull from her beer and drained it, setting it on the counter and picking at the label. "I don't know if its hell Harry. I'm not even sure what it is or if its real," anyone would have had to have been blind not to see the journal entries regarding Harry or Ginny.
"Hate to sound all Huffelpuffy about it, but this could be a lot worse. Your kids are her, right? And friends. And sweet, sweet alcohol."