Metaphorical Understanding

Harry, Ron and Hermione, or Hermione, Ron and Harry (It depends on which side you are reading this from), were following their outsized and hirsute friend across the darkened grounds. Small bats flew swiftly about their heads, giggling manically in their traditional high-frequency manner.

"Erm, Hagrid, I hate to be pernickety, but how exactly are we supposed to get to Paris?" asked Hermione warily.

"Thestrals! They 'av a great sense of direction, an' there fast, very fast."

"But there's one problem with that, Hagrid," pointed out Hermione, "We can't actually see them."

They appeared to have found a flaw in the flawless plan, therefore making it an un-flawless plan, contrary to future assumptions. This, small children, goes to show assumption is an evil, evil thing. Assuming things can only lead to bad occurrences, such as your left pancreas failing to pancreate, therefore leaving you to die of pancreas failure. Anyway, back to the current dilemma –

"Yes," said Ron, "Back to the current dilemma." He scowled at the authors.

-The audience and the authors scowl back-

They all sat on various conveniently placed logs and pondered said dilemma.

"EUREKA!" exclaimed Harry.

Hagrid, Ron and Hermione's hats fly off their head and into the sky in shock at Harry outburst. Then their back-up hats flew off in shock, because they didn't realise they were wear wearing hats. Then their back-up back-up hats flew off in shock because they didn't realise they had back-up hats. This continued for a while until they finally ran out of hats. Then Hagrid asked-

"Eureka what? What does Eureka actually mean?"

"It means I've had an astonishingly spiffing idea! You may not be able to see Thestrals, but I can! I'll attract them here with this conveniently placed raw meat!" Sure enough, there was some conveniently placed raw meat just one, diminutive metre away from Harry.

"Look!" announced Ron, "There's some conveniently placed raw meat just one, diminutive metre away from Harry!"

"I see!" said Hagrid happily "Thestrals love raw meat!"

"You see?" Said Harry confusedly, "I thought you couldn't see them? That was why much pondering and hat-flying transpired."

"No, I see the idea." explained Hagrid.

"Where?" Ron said looked around, alarmed.

"No I metaphorically see." explained Hagrid again.

"Oooh, we get it now." chorused Harry, Ron and Hermione, pretending that they got it now.

Harry looked up and saw four thestrals trotting towards the conveniently placed raw meat.

"There are some thestrals!" He led them over to the uncanny beasts and gave each of them a boost up on to a thestral's back. He then went and climbed onto a thestral of his own.

"To Pareeeeeee!" called Hagrid from atop the thestral whose legs were buckling. The four winged horses swooped off into the shadowy night's sky. The leathery black hide of the peculiar beasts they rode on were perfectly camouflaged against the darkness. The only sound that could be heard from them was the faint singing of 'One thousand bottles of butter-beer on the wall, one thousand bottles of butter-beer, take one down and pass it around, nine hundred and ninety nine bottles of butter-beer in the wall…'