It had been almost an entire year at Hogwarts, yet Ryden realised as she was walking in that she's never been here before. Strange, since her affection for animals - especially these ones - was great. Stepping into the stable, the brunette grabbed a random brush from the ones available and walked down the stone building, smiling at the abraxans who were resting there.

Coming across a smaller winged horse than the rest, Ryden tentatively reached out and was delighted to see that the creature responded enthusiastically. Good. She didn't fancy another trip to the horrid Hospital Wing. "Hey there, fella," she whispered as she ran her small hand over its face and down its neck, relishing the contact. They had abraxans back home but she hadn't really been home in a while, to be perfectly honest.

Making a face as sentimental thoughts began racing in her head, the Ravenclaw moved the brush to her right hand and skipped into the stable, beginning to groom the delighted little abraxan as her mind wandered off to annoying places. Biting her lip, the brunette concentrated on the task at hand and tried not to focus on the fact that she hadn't spoken to Bridget since Christmas, and that her father hadn't even sent her a handwritten Christmas card. Instead, she'd gotten the envelope with the printed Hallmark and the cash.

Bloody fantastic, that was.

"How 'bout you?" she murmured the young abraxan as she groomed him, admiring the powerful muscles. "Does your family pull things like that too? Not that you'd know what I'm talking about, being an abraxan..."