10-31-2010, 09:09 PM
The Hogwarts Express was slowing down, coming into the station. The sky was a cloudy grey overhead, and a few drops of rain fell. The gamekeeper Ogg was calling out, "First years this way!" on the platform; the first years were to traditionally travel accross the lake in rowboats to get to the castle.
Lined up by the platform were the carriages for the second years and above. These were pulled by Thestrals; skeletal black winged horses which were invisible to all but those who had seen death, which was very few of the Hogwarts students. Draven was one who could see the Thestrals, and he shuddered every time he had to pass them.
Draven had been made to sit by his grandfather's deathbed as a ten year old, so he had been able to see the Thestrals ever since his first day at Hogwarts.