Kate whines and flops down next to him, as close as she can get without actually being on top of him.

This isn't going to work. She's going to have to change back before moonrise, and it will be uncomfortable and she'll be naked and cold and vulnerable if anyone comes back -- but if she's frightened now, how much worse it must be for Harry. He doesn't deserve to go through this with no explanation.

Where are those other cloaks, then? She pulls one over Harry, and then clumsily arranges the last over herself.