Hagrid was standing next to the shed in the middle where the salt lick was kept and talking to someone. She quietly hopped the fence and started towards them, humming along the way. It was only as she approached that she watched the person, who was mostly hidden by Hagrid, throw out a hand and transform into a thestral. It stood proudly on its four hooves, coat shining in the sunlight. It bopped its head into Hagrid’s side before lipping at his pockets as though it was searching for a treat.