"Welcome aboard, everyone. We'll be arriving in Oslo, Norway in nine hours. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight," the pilot tells everyone aboard my flight.
My name is Katt.
My parents were Queen Cathy of Norway née Parks and King Marcus of Norway. They were purebloods. And royals, but I'll explain that later.
So, I am, too.
But my parents are dead now.
I'm ten.
I fly around the world by myself, mostly first or business class. Tonight, I'm flying to London for a foreign exchange program. Some kid named Remus Lupin and his family offered to house me for the school year. I have money but my old muggle school told me to live there.
The girl I'm swapping places with, her parents moved with her to the States.
I'm going to take a nap.
"Katt, wake up, dear," I hear the attendant say.
I told her my name and to wake me up.
"Thank you, Jane."
"No problem, dear. Fly with us again soon."
"I will. My flight to London."
Jane the attendant laughs.
I get off the plane and go through Customs, then to Baggage Claim.
When I'm in London, I'm going to visit the queen, I decide. My father was the King of Norway, my mother the Queen.
I am Princess Katt Isabelle Elizabeth Grace Sophia Catherine Charlotte Parks of Norway.
That's why I go by Katt.
Gosh, my sorting will humiliating.
"Princess Katt of Norway!"
That's typically what I go by.
Or Katt Parks.
So, instead of staying in a hotel, I'm staying in my family's castle.
She runs the country as I'm ten.
As I get out of the airport in London, I trip over someone's foot and fall to the ground.
I get back up and grab the trolley holding my three suitcases, along with my two backpacks.
My blue eyes look scan the area for Remus and Carol, his mother.
There's a tall, dark-haired woman holding a sign that reads KATT.
I walk over and say, "Hello."
"Kay-t, right?"
"Pronounced like cat."
"Right, sorry."
"It's alright someone once called me Catty."
Carol laughs. A boy appears at her side.
"Hi, I'm Remus."
"I'm Katt. With two of the letter T."
"Cool. Are you a witch?" he blurts.
"Um, excuse me?"
"Well, in the Daily Prophet, I read the Princess of Norway is a pureblooded witch. I'm a half-blood."
"Oh. Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Are ya gonna go to Hogwarts?" I ask, letting through my developed American accent.
"Yeah. You?"
"Yup."
"Cool."
"Yeah."
I'll admit it. Over the past year, Remmy and I have gotten close.
Carol is like a mom to me and Mark is like a dad to me.
We're in the car on our way to King's Cross, right now.
"Have a good year, Remus and Katt."
"Thanks, Mom and Dad."
"Thank ya, Carol and Mark. I'm gonna stay with ma auntie in Norway this summer. So, I'll see ya around."