The good ole carriages.

Hops made his way up the street and towards the lines of thestral-pulled wagons and stopped by the first one's steps to help the kids in. He remembered them well, those buggys, from his seven years as a Hufflepuff but he hadn't seen the ghastly creatures pulling them until a few years ago when he had come to watch the kids arrive--his wife having passed away just a few years before that.

But no thinking on that, this was supposed to be a happy occasion, although he couldn't help but wonder which of the kids were unfortunate enough to see them too.