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This is a sequel to a previous snippet which can be found here:

http://duniazade.livejournal.com/36043.html


The whirling wall of Thestrals began to move widdershins, in a dancing spiral towards the centre of the clearing.

The circle was now three rows deep, and nothing could have broken it.

Severus let his wand arm fall. It was too late, and almost a relief.

“Hello,” said Luna.

The oldest mare, the queen of the herd, was bowing before them.

The Headmaster heaved his elusive charge on the mare’s back. And then he saw.

She was barefoot.

He couldn’t help it, and took her naked feet in his hands.

She leaned over the Thestral’s neck.

“I don’t need shoes.”