A/N: This is very short and very sweet, but I figured that Luna and Rolf needed a little love, right? Here is their start. I hope you like it!

-Ashley

A twig snapped.

Luna gave a sharp intake in breath and quickly looked down. She hadn't stepped on anything, so it must have been someone or something else. She looked around slowly and hesitantly.

"I know you're there," she said softly. "I won't hurt you." Crumple-Horned Snorkacks responded well to human voices. As, of course, did other humans.

A tall man with dark hair and pale eyes stepped out from the trees in front of her. "Before you spoke, I was under the impression that you were a Snorkack," he said matter-of-factly. "Rolf Scamander," he thrust his hand toward her.

"Luna Lovegood," she said, reaching out to give his hand one quick, polite shake. "Excuse me, but did you say Snorkack?"

"Yes, Crumple-Horned, to be precise. And I'm not surprised that you seem to know of them assuming I heard you correctly that your name is Lovegood? As in the daughter of The Quibbler editor Xenophilius Lovegood?"

"His only," Luna chirped with a nod. "Daddy will be pleased. He was starting to think that no one was reading his weekly segments on the importance of finding and preserving the Snorkacks."

"My dear lady, I got a subscription for that very segment."

Their eyes met. Luna smiled, taking her bag off of her shoulder and pulling out a strange purple fruit, which she offered to Rolf. "Pima berry?" Rolf gave the object a strange look, but allowed her to hand it over and took a bite nonetheless.

"So how long have you been looking for the Snorkacks in the wild?" he asked with his mouth full of purple goo. He wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand, staring at the fruit in amazement.

"Oh, about 14 years," she said as though it hadn't been longer than a few hours. "I started when I was about 18, and I think I'm getting very close now."

"How extraordinary!" Rolf said, throwing the purple fruit in excitement, though he didn't seem to mind it's sudden disappearance. "Oops!"

"Oh yes. Now, if you'll excuse me—" She turned to start heading into the trees again.

"Wait—wait!" Rolf called, staggering after her. He had his arms outstretched as though to encompass her.

"Could I come with you? You say you're getting close, and I'd love to see a wild Crumple-Horned Snorkack!"

"You're New Scamander's grandson."

"Yes?"

"He was a famous naturalist."

"…Yes?"

"And you believe the Snorkacks exist?"

"Well, I sincerely hope so!"

"Then yes," she replied in answer to his original question. She smiled at him and inclined her head, signaling him to follow her. Together they made their way into the wood in search, once and for all, of the Crumple-Horned Snorkack.