He nudged Buckbeak’s sides with his heels.
Buckbeak soared straight into the dark air. Harry gripped his flanks with his knees, feeling the great wings rising powerfully beneath him. Hermione was holding Harry very tight around the waist; he could hear her muttering, “Oh no- I don’t like this- oh, I really don’t like this-“
-page 413, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
the black marker didn't work as well as i originally planned for this piece...
also. i may be getting more and more ambitious with this countdown as i go. this will not end well.
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