Someone requested this number. Kirstie, I think. Yeah... took me long enough.

Grown Ups: #41 Thestrals

She looked like a little girl, curled in on herself, with her face pressed to her knees. The day was sparkling, but Tonks face was blank. She heard footfalls behind her but didn’t turn.

“You didn’t kill him,” Kingsley sat next to her and stared forward as well. “Don’t blame…”

“Still dead though,” she shivered. Her first death. She’d made it almost a year without seeing one. Tonks told herself that she needed to move on. She was an Auror.

A dark shape appeared over the forest. “What’s that?”

Kingsley watched the thestral silently. “Proof that you’ve grown up today.”