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The thestrals frantically pawed the ground as they waited for the train. It happened every year. Hagrid tried to calm and reassure them, assuming it was because they weren't used to the harnesses or were unnerved by the children.
Feeding them, stroking them, nothing worked. They were always this restless until the students appeared. Then the thestrals froze, watching alertly as the children boarded and disembarked the carriages.
Every year, they diligently waited until every last one was unleashed before they bolted back into the Forest.
It was time to settle bets on who and how many could see them.
August 22 2003, 12:25:38 UTC 8 years ago