There was an odd stirring in the square. For the average person, perhaps they imagined it was the wind stirring up the few fallen leaves and trash in the square. Any birds in the square had departed hastily a few hours ago and had not returned.
For any who have been touched by death, you might see black, skeletal, bat-winged horses. Grouped to the right, the group of thestrals gave off a more…tamed feeling, although they looked a bit haggard, as if they were used to being taken care of by someone, perhaps the Hogwarts staff? Another, more tempestuous, group lingered off to the left. This group looked more wild, but fine as if they were used to taking care of themselves.
In between, prancing around between the muggles that were lingering in the square, the foals of each herd chased each other playing happily together.
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