Yes, Virginia, I hang out with invisible, semi-reptilian, carnivorous, winged horses. And what's your story?
In some ways, they're gentler than I expected, possibly because they recognise me as being wizard-born. Or maybe they like the fact that I can see them; I don't know.
One of the mares is prettier than most and energetic. I'm going to name her Parvati. I can hear the squeals of "Ewwwwww!!! Gross!" in my mind, now.
It is nice to be able to think about Parvy and have something to laugh about, again. Yep, next time I see a boggart, I'm going to imagine this thestral with hot-pink ribbons braided in its mane and tail, and its hooves lacquered with pink nail polish. That has to be enough to send any self-respecting boggart screeching away. (g)