It isn't every day you run across a Phoenix in the wild. High upon mountain tops these gentle herbivores, rated XXXX in their ministry of magic classification, but not really because they are dangerous. They are simply incredibly hard to demosticate, but now that I had found one, I was going to try. Pulling out a small journal, once owned by a witch who played for the Moutohora Macaws, I read how she tamed the phoenix that is now the proud mascot of their team.
Taking a few breaths and pulling out my wand, with a few complicated flicks I conjured up a tent, already set up and full of food, muttering, "This may take a long time. A very, very long time." Before entering the tent, I took a look around the mountain, with a small area where I can set camp, before becoming jagged and leading into the peak a few hundred feet up, where a phoenix nested above.
"This is my only chance," I chastised myself as he climbed into the tent, a rather large affair even for a wizard, with an indoor kitchen and plumbing that magically drained off into the closest sewer system. Walking to my comfy chair, I pull a dusty leather bound journal off of a small table next to it. Blowing the particles off of it, I made out the words etched into the cover many, many years ago, "Taming of Mystical Animals, by Alister White."
Smiling softly at it, I opened the cover as I whispered to myself, "Alister White, Alister White," it had been so long since somebody had said my name, even me. I hadn't gone back to the wizarding world after successfully finding and taming the Sphinx, instead I sent the Sphinx onward to my home, a short broom stick ride away from Hogsmeade, which was quickly becoming a sanctuary for endangered mystical creatures, so much so that I had had Aurors coming out there on several occasions, and was once even graced by the legendary Harry Potter, who made it unplottable for various reasons.
Finally, after snapping out of my reprieve, I snapped my fingers on my right hand and produced a regular muggle pen, and began to record my day up to finding the Phoenix:
"Dear diary, Captain's Log Number 1, Mystical Animal 94, 9-14-23
I have found a Phoenix, after years of searching, atop Mount Fesnel in a Dragon Sanctuary in Peru. His plummage is full and beautiful, and he seems to be rather well adjusted here, like he has been here for many years, although that will soon change regardless of my intereference or not. With the enroaching of the nearby Goblin Mine, and the remnants of the native witches and wizards vying for control of the outer reachs of this sanctuary for, claiming it to be some type of burial ground and planning on forcing most creatures out, he will not have long here. His plumage is in good repair, showing that his last burning day was somewhere around May or June. I will begin trying to coax it tomorrow, for now I need to sleep after the climb.
Signed, Alister White"