Sigh, that’s better.
Oof, still a little sore. I should rub some more murtlap down there. Nobody will see. I can continue my report while I’m at it.
What’s next? Right, Thestrals.
Really misunderstood creatures, Thestrals. They’ve been mistakenly known to be omens of misfortune in the Wizarding world. It’s not their fault, but they can only be seen by people who have witnessed death. So unless you’ve watched someone die, you won’t be able to perceive them. They are invisible to you.
Luckily, or unfortunately, I’ve never had to watch another person die so I can’t see these creatures. But I’ve seen the illustrations and heard the accounts from people who have. They say they are skeletal in form, but look elegant and are very friendly.
In fact, a few friends of mine even got to take care of a Thestral here at the reserve. Though one of them couldn’t actually see it until halfway through their sixth year when…until Rowan died.
…
Sorry, I just…I think I realized why people don’t like these creatures so much.
It’s not that they are omens because of their ties to death. It’s because their nature reminds people of the people they’ve lost. I can’t imagine…
Sigh…
Really morbid topic of conversation while I’m rubbing murtlap over my pussy.
Feels much better though.
Yeah, my friend…they lost someone in their sixth year. Their best friend. Ever since they could see the Thestrals too. In fact I caught them out here more than once tending to them. When Merula was asked to help, she refused. I learnt she hated them because they reminded her of her parents when the died. But the Curse-breaker…they told me they didn’t find them scary, or cruel. Yes, they made them think of Rowan, but that’s why they came to see them. To think of their friend and remember them.
I suppose these creatures offer the same comfort Rowan’s scarf does, the one they wear around their neck at all times now. They help them remember, and to grieve.
They aren’t bad luck. They’re companions for the worst moment in a persons life.
Huh? Something just nudged my elbow. But there’s nothing there.
Unless…
Hey…I think I have a visitor. I can just feel their head on my shoulder. Must’ve seen I needed some company. I wish I could see you. But I’m glad you’re here.
You’ve probably been watching me masturbate for the last few minutes. I know, I shouldn’t have been, but now the murtlap is soothing my bits I couldn’t help it. Good think I’m getting better at multitasking.
I’ll just finish up here and then we can head home for the night.
…
And maybe I should send an owl to check in with my friend too.
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