Glossy, Skeletal Things
Theme # 41: Thestrals

They were glossy, skeletal things, creatures whose softness pleased her. A wolf howled somewhere under the post-midnight moon, but Bellatrix did not care - Visiting the Forbidden Forest, and visiting her animal friends, had become a habit, a pleasure.

"Can you see them?" a voice asked quietly.

Bellatrix turned, sable cascade of hair whipping her face, to see Evan Rosier standing by a tree trunk, his expressions unfathomable, his posture handsomeness supreme.

Would she shout at him for following her there, scream at him to go away? Evan waited, his heart beating wildly.

"Yes," Bellatrix replied softly, her eyes lowered.