Karkaroff's long strides slowed as he approached the ship, admiring its imposing profile against the clear November sky. The rigging somewhat resembled the dark trees of the Forbidden Forest just beyond.
At the Forest's near edge, something large moved.
He halted, uncertain, peering warily across the distance. The indistinguishable shape shifted, seemed to stretch a pair of batlike wings – or were they more shadows? He couldn't tell. Soon the thing disappeared, melting into the darkness beneath the trees.
Karkaroff stared at the place where it had been for a moment before shaking himself a little and hurrying up the gangplank.