Nicoletta raised her hand to volunteer. She'd always wanted to see a thestrals, and there it was. It was so pretty, skeletal-like and black. They probobly turned off the majority of people, but not her. They were almost like anti-unicorns, but in a graceful kind of way. Nicoletta had seen her little cousin Anthony died. At the time, she had been six and he had been three months old. Anthony had died of cancer and severe lung problems. Everyone had been so hartbroken at the time and her aunt and uncle still are. It's sad to see a baby die.