"There’s always time for my delectable mouth," he said, but he must be tiring too, because without too much comment they managed to make it to the herd of skeletal black horses grazing silently in a corner of the expansive grounds, outside the hedges which enclosed Queen Invidia’s Gardens. As always, Hermione shuddered when she saw them. They weren’t ugly – in fact, quite the opposite. Any dancer would have killed for the deadly grace of their bony limbs, and their wings of course were magnificent – several feet across and tipped with claws at the joints, a breath-taking display of muscle and bone. But something about them still set her teeth on edge, and she was glad to dump the body at the edge of the herd and return to the tree trunk. When she glanced back, she saw that the animals had engulfed the corpse and were already stripping it methodically of flesh.