sapphire hues regarded the creature before him with disdain whilst still diligently taking notes of his observations on his leather-bound journal. perhaps, fate was TOO cruel to him, for allowing him to have THESTRALS as the required topic for his homework ( abhorrence rooted from memories of his past that he’d rather not remember ). a scoff to himself when he noticed someone beside him, almost telling them to leave him be until he turned his head and saw it was a professor. ‘ Professor Wyllt, ‘ he said in greeting, features remained placid as he gave the older man a curt nod, still struggling at enunciating the other’s name ; his gaze once again at the thestral, lips curved into a grimace as it walked toward them, ‘ why do you think people are fascinated with thestrals? ‘