He frowned at the creature that had just landed on the grass by the side of the lake.

"I didn't think thestrals could be white," he said, observing it closely. It didn't really fit the description of a thestral, but there weren't any other kinds of flying horses around Hogwarts as far as he knew.

ACTUALLY, THAT'S JUST BINKY. THERE ARE SOME THESTRALS BEHIND YOU, THOUGH.

Obediently, he looked in the direction indicated. "I don't see anything," he complained, and turned back again to face the person who had spoken. The figure grinned fleshlessly at him.

YOU WILL, Death promised.

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