 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
41. Thestrals Ethan squinted at the fenced-in clearing his fourth year class was standing around during Care of Magical Creatures. “What are we meant to be looking at?” he asked the boy next to him in a hoarse whisper.
“Thestrals.”
Right. He knew what they were, still he watched with a slightly bemused expression as the piece of raw meat his professor dangled into the clearing slowly disappeared. “How are we meant to be studying them if we can’t see them?” Ethan glanced at the boy again, just now noticing that his eyes were focused on one spot in the clearing.
Oh.
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ended like a moth in flames______________________
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