Adarian walked into the barn his jaw dropping at the awesome animals contained within. He felt at home here with all of these magnificent creatures, he wished his older brother had taken a job with the Care of Magical Creatures department at the ministry instead of the one he did go with. Then maybe he could have had some of these creatures come for respite and care in his home. He walked through the barn examining his surroundings when he stopped at the stall for the Abraxan, "Wow" he muttered. The winged horse wasn't as big as a full grown Abraxan but it was still huge. It's palomino coat was kinda dingy and it's wings were folded at it's sides. Adarian looked around before bringing out a medium sized bottle of single malt whiskey, he knew that the winged horses lived on the stuff. It wasn't opened since he didn't want to be accused of drinking it, He cracked the top and poured it in a smallish bowl that was built into the stall's wall. The horse snuffled at him before going over to drink it. Adarian sighed, he wanted to groom and wash the winged horse but he was too small and the animal far too large for an 11 year old to handle by himself. The whiskey was the best he could do. "One day my pretty friend, you and I are going to hang out." it was his dream to ride a winged horse, the Abraxan wasn't a Pegasus but it was the next best thing. He looked around the stall, there was no name plate, "Don't you have a name?" he wondered aloud. Perhaps the Professor would know.