The flight to London was an exhilirating, if terrifying, experience. Since I couldn't see the thestral, it was almost as though I were flying under my own power, like Supergirl. Unlike Supergirl, though, I do feel the cold, and I hadn't been dressed for it when we left Hogwarts. By the time we got to London, I was sure that my fingers and toes were about to drop off, and the giant blood had dried all over me in sticky gobs. Luckily, nobody was paying much attention to our appearance.