Death. That’s all the thestrals are seen for, skeletal monsters that lurk in the shadows, seen only by those who have witnessed death. Judged harshly, but to ones who care, they’re magical beasts that are truly breathtaking and loyal. They’re like Ominis in that way, judged for his pureblood status, monstrous family. But in reality, he’s a sweet soul. Not one to judge. That’s why he stood out in the crowd of selfish Slytherin faces. How his milky eyes drifted, showing sadness deep down. You decide to sit with him one evening, his soul-full eyes look your way.