All nicely rugged up in her woolen winter coat and Gryffindor scarf with a knitted black hat, Olivia trekked outside to Ancient Runes. As soon as she left the castle, she was really glad that she was wearing so many layers as it was very, very cold out here. She made her way over to the barn and found fellow classmates all clumped around. Headmistress Hawthorne stood next to a beautiful creature. Was that an Atheonian? Incredible. "Hello Headmistress! How are you?" she asked with a polite grin. She stared a little while longer at the pack of horses and noticed... thestrals... Her blue eyes widened slowly upon realization. Thestrals. She'd never seen them with her own eyes before. She quickly drew her eyes away and headed to find some of her friends to stand with. Olivia couldn't look any longer because the thestrals reminded her of her mother's death. Her mood suddenly dropped at the thought of her mother. She hadn't thought about her in months.

Think of something else. Anything else. Happy thoughts.

She gave a smile and a wave to her friends and then made her way over to Etta. "Hey," she said with a weak smile (it was all she could bring herself to do). "Chilly huh?"