The hippogriffs had already had their dinners (whatever it was, Cathrine didn't exactly want to know what Hagrid had served for them, maybe the unfortunate small birds that the castle cats brought alive to their owners) when the two girls reached the fenced area. There was an open field where most animals gathered, but the pair Cathrine was looking for had built their nest near the edge of the forest. The stallion, a bright grey specimen, was grooming the feathers of his lying mate, who was curled up around... something... Someone?
"Look!" Cathrine whispered. "Egg shell fragments around them!"