Harry picked up on Pabi's underlying message.
The meaning was clear—you're eating too many red beans and it's your own affair whether you long for someone or not, but I'm not done living yet; I don't want to die.
Harry, with a strong will to survive, immediately pulled out the Crystal Ball and said to Pabi, "You're absolutely right, Pabi. I've decided to message Vivi right now and invite her; what do you think?"
"Sounds great," Pabi said with a smile.
Soon, Vivi answered the phone.
"Hi, Harry." Vivi looked quite spirited, "Is it vacation time?"
"Yes." Harry nodded, "It's vacation time. I was just thinking about heading to the seaside for some fun, are you free? Want to join?"
"I'll pass, Harry." Vivi rubbed her eyelids, "The department's been swamped lately. Even managing to sneak away to attend the Triwizard Tournament is a rare break. Have fun, you guys."
"Alright then." Harry wasn't sure whether to feel disappointed or glad, his emotions were quite mixed.
After hanging up, Pabi made a scissors sign.
"Yay!" She said with a bright smile, "It seems Vivi doesn't mind us going out to have fun. Hmm, where would be good, Harry? What do you think, where should we go?"
"Let's head to White Island," Harry suggested, "It's reputed to be the most beautiful island in the United Kingdom, maybe we can go have some fun? Relax a bit…"
White Island, also known as Wight Island, is a renowned tourist destination in the UK, claiming to be England's most beautiful island, and is favored by the British Royal Family.
White Island is very small, only half the size of London; it only takes an hour to drive around it. The scenery is unique, with steep cliffs and gentle beaches. It's picturesque, with a pleasant climate, perfect for tourism.
"Count me in!" Hermione raised her hand. As everyone looked at her, she chuckled, "You'll definitely need a Muggle to help make the plans. Conveniently, my dad once vacationed on White Island; with him leading the way, we'll avoid quite a few missteps."
"Sounds good." Harry responded cheerfully, "Then, what about Ron? Will you go? Bring the family along?"
"Absolutely," Ron replied with a smile, "Let me check… apart from Charlie in Romania raising dragons, I think everyone else can come, like Bill…"
"Or we could invite Fleur too," Harry chuckled slyly, "Doesn't she have a thing for Bill? This is a good opportunity… plus, she can bring her sister Gabri along to relax, they're idle anyway."
"Good idea," Ron clapped his hands, "It's settled then. Once I get home, I'll talk to Mom and Dad. I'm sure they'll agree."
But Harry had another matter on his mind, and that was Cassandra.
"And what about Kathy?" Pabi timely asked the question.
"Kathy, huh…" Harry took a deep breath, "Well… I'll ask her. I don't think she'll decline. What do you think?"
Pabi shrugged.
"Hard to say."
Feeling a bit nervous, Harry found Cassandra waiting near the common room entrance for the House-Elf.
"Oh, isn't it Harry?" Cassandra asked with a mischievous smile, "Why aren't you looking for that chubby one, why are you here looking for me?"
That chubby one?
Harry tapped his forehead, realizing Cassandra was likely talking about Pabi.
Since among the people Cassandra was snarky towards, Vivi definitely doesn't count as chubby, she's more like a sturdy little one; as for Pabi… well, given the…
The composition of that thing is mostly fat.
"Listen, Kathy." Harry placed a hand on Cassandra's shoulder, "I'm planning to go to White Island during vacation, take a holiday, are you interested in joining? Or… I think we could invite Lucius and his family, make it a big gathering, enjoy ourselves, what do you say?"
"So, Grindelwald's woman rejected you, didn't she?" Cassandra smiled slyly, "Seems like I'm just your backup plan, Harry…"
"I was just thinking to invite a few of you along…" Harry started feeling a headache coming, "No backup options; you're all my wings."
"Oh, greedy fellow." Cassandra laughed, "Alright, since you've put forth the invite, I'll reluctantly accept… to White Island, right? But I'll need to talk to Lucius and the others about this."
"Okay." Harry sighed with relief, "When there's news, just come to Grimmauld Square Number Twelve, or send Dobby over with a message."
"I'll call you," Cassandra pulled out a Crystal Ball, "Remember? Oh, you must've forgotten - you once gave me a Crystal Ball by Mr. Leme…"
"You come to Grimmauld Square Number Twelve tonight!" Harry exclaimed, "Today you must learn who not to offend!"
Cassandra covered her lips coyly with the back of her hand, yet her pretty eyes playfully fixed on Harry.
"You said it!" Cassandra spoke and turned away, entering the common room, leaving Harry in disarray.
He had an immature suspicion—Cassandra was deliberately teasing him to achieve this effect.
But he had no proof.
With plans sorted, Harry returned to the entrance of the hall.
Pabi and Ron, along with Hermione, were still standing there waiting for him. Seeing Harry return, Pabi skipped over to ask, "How did it go? Did she agree?"