Thestrals! Yay (not a class)

At the moment Bellatrix was in one of her favored places, only because she disliked people... and was far more prone to animals. While some were disposable, like the annoying cat that she had as a familiar, some were not.

Particularly she liked the Thestrals. Not in a Luna Lovegood `everything is a loving thing` way, but in a `I understand another predator` sort of way. She could be found at the moment, up on the rung of one of the thestral pens just watching the normally invisible creatures. He long hair catching the wind from time to time.

Though most of the time Bellatrix tried to act sexy, it was often that she was the most sexy when she didn't try, like now, the bend of her back over the bar accentuating her chest and rear beautifully, her unique profile showing to any approaching the pen.

If anyone had witnessed a death and could see the mammoth beast they would see it streatch it's neck and nudge her cheek like a horse would. Clearly she spent a great deal of time here, like now, though it was not class time, she was here anyway, often even helping to tend to them. Not because she had any love for the half giant idiot that tended the creatures and grounds here, but because she very much loved the thestrals... even if her mean old daddy said she couldn't have one!

``Hello Grace.`` She purred softly to the creature. ``How is your little Romeo doing?``\\