McGonagall managed to catch Katrina on her way to Charms a few days later.
"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you now, Lupine."
Katrina's stomach flipped over. "Have I done anything wrong?"
Minerva reassured her pupil. "No, no, it's just that he would like to talk about-"
"Yes, okay." Katrina interrupted her before she went any further. She turned to the twins. "Go ahead. I'll catch up."
They nodded at the same time, flashed their trademark grins and walked away, joking about that morning's breakfast.
"Miss Lupine. I trust the year is going well?"
"Fine, thank you, professor." Katrina stood in Albus Dumbledore's office, watching Fawkes watch her.
"Would you care for a Whizzing Fizzbanger? I find they have a quite interesting effect."
"No, thanks."
"Then let's get down to business. Have you been restless?"
He knows, she told herself, and you know he knows. Just trust him and tell him. "A little," she murmured, shifting from side to side.
"You know, I find your case intriguing. How a natural Animagus was born I shall most likely never know."
Katrina stayed silent.
"You are restless because you were born to morph into your animal form. I wonder if you you could remind me -"
"A wolf, sir."
"Yes, of course. Now, as to the matter of morphing without scaring your fellow students to death, I shall inform the other teachers as to your gift..."
No. Please don't.
"...and allow you to have free roam of the Forbidden Forest after hours. I ask, that if you are a hunter, which by the looks of you you most surely are, you kill smaller animals, preferably non-magical ones. You will find that the forest is quite well stocked with rabbits and deer."
"Thank you, sir."
"You may leave now, Katrina. Oh, and give my apologies to Professor Flitwick for making you late."
As she turned to go, Dumbledore called after her.
"I trust you have friends?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you trust them?"
She hesitated for a moment. Did she trust Fred and George? "Yes."
"I suggest that you tell them, or rather, show them, your secret. Secrets between friends only brews distrust."
"Thank you, sir."
Professor Dumbledore smiled, and the light glanced off of his half-moon shaped spectacles. "Good luck, Katrina."