Harry opens his mouth for another quip -- but is interrupted, by an unholy baying.

The dogs have followed the rest of the castle staff outside to investigate all the commotion. Whether it's by scent or sight, they've realized who's come home, which means they're all barreling towards Harry and Kate, and Lady is two full lengths ahead of the rest.

"There's my girl!" Harry cries, and crouches down. Lady, however, skids to a stop and hangs back, uncertain. Harry smells different now. She wags her tail furiously, whimpering. It's Harry, it's definitely her Harry, but he smells like Kate.