{ "Can't get any more cliched than this," Nazzy admitted
with a small frown, tilting her head to have another look
at Luna's thestrals -- charmed to look like horses to the
casual visitor to prevent a stir -- in the background. Luna,
being out of country so often, hadn't been able to care for
them herself.
Draco snorted, brushing a bit of grass from the knee of
his pants. "You should see the bedroom, Grammar. Weasley
seems to have taken to raping Martha Stewart's godawful
magazines."
"Oy!" groused the redhead in question, "Mum liked it.." }
Nestled just beyond the village borders, Hogsmeade's only stream serves as an additional security fence.
