Nerida cherrfully walked into the barnyard, there were so many animals and she had her eye set on all of them, but not today. That would be so much work and she had so little time! She looked over in a lonely looking stall, there standing somberly was a skeleton looking thing called a thestral, they could only be seen by people who have seen death. Nerida saw death, it took her muggle best friend in an instant, one minute she was there and the next minute she wasnt. She walked over to the thestral casualy and said Hello, do you want some company, you look a bit lonely. She knew that thestrals were commonly known as aggresive, but seeing wild ones in the forests she came to realize they are actually pretty gentle.

She let it sniff her hand and get it to trust her before she actually offered to groom it, she whispered to it, it was always nice to ask for permission, you know...Would you like me to groom you? After getting approval or what seemed like approval, she picked up the grooming utensil and began to groom the invisible creature, to everyone else it probably looked like she was grooming an imaginary creature but to those like her who her unfortunate to see death could see she was really grooming a thestral. After finishing she placed the grooming utensil down and petted it for a couple minutes, feeling its coat beneath her hand, it was smooth and the color was black as night, you could clearly make out its bones just by glancing at the creature.