Charlie suddenly felt quite awkward for asking after her brother. Anyone disappearing after the battle was quite suspicious, but what were the odds of him being associated with the Death Eaters? Or perhaps dead...
He frowned and crossed his arms as she motioned to the Threstral. Poor little guy never stood a chance. His knowledge of Threstrals was pretty limited to the stuff he'd studied at NEWT level, but a broken wing was mostly the same in every species. "I figured it wasn't going to be good," He petted the unconscious foal affectionately, "If I know Hagrid, he'll never let you put this little guy down. I don't doubt that he'd hand-rear it if necessary."
He stroked his fingers across the skeletal wing of the ghoulish horse, a mournful look in his eyes, "Just a shame he'll never be able to fly with his family."