The lake was frozen, it was quite a sad thing to see. Beverly rather liked the water and swimming and skipping rocks and--not fishing. That was an old people's sport. Wrinkling her nose at it and huddling her thick cloak securely around her, she didn't place much importance as to why the lake was frozen solid. It was obvious magic had something to do with it.

The lake became LESS of an importance once her eyes landed on the WINGED HORSES. OH MY MERLIN. WINGED HORSES. The girl almost broke out into a beam at the sight of them. Almost because just as fast, her excitement was half way extinguished when she met white eyes peeking from behind the professors. Her throat went dry.

"Whoa," she whispered lowly. Finding a spot near and somewhat thick kid, she double-backed. She knew that head. Her ever observant skills tingled. Taking step to the side, she got view of his profile. Sitting on a blanket and wrapping another around her (yes, she took TWO), she poked his fluffy side. Squishy. How many layers was he wearing?

"A bit nippy, isn't it, Mordaunt?" she said in form of greeting. Beverly couldn't blame him, she HATED the cold. Her eyes darted back to the professors and the Thestral. Did he see what she saw? HMM?