"They’re kind of beautiful, aren’t they?" Draco said, grey eyes focussed on the black, skeletal, winged horses, "in a creepy terrifying kind of way," Harry nodded in agreement, shuffling forwards, and holding out a hand to the thestral attached to the carriage they had cornered off for themselves. It turned its head to sniff his hand with interest, before allowing Harry to gently rub its nose, it’s eyes falling shut in pleasure. Hedwig gave a reproachful hoot at her proximity to the beast.