Theme # 41: Thestrals


Crookshanks sniffed the air, then carefully placed a paw on the wet ground. It had rained, this morning - the floor of the Forbidden Forest still dripped from the downpour, and the air lay thick with the concentrated, very delicious scent of wet-through mud.

But that was not what had the attention of the cat, now. Sure, he loved the scent of dusty airs and mud after a cool shower of rain. But he was more interested, right now, in the skeletal creature who threw his head back at the sight of him.

They were friends, Crookshanks and the thestral.