It was morning, and as an owl screeched somewhere outside of the tent, Luna slowly pushed herself into a sitting position. Yawning loudly, she glanced around the tent for her clothes, which tended to change positions daily. This was thanks to her pet niffler, Gerry, or Gerald Edward when misbehaving, which happened quite a lot. Gerry was a bit funny in the head, and often went after buttons, completely disregarding shiny things, which the average niffler had an intense fetish for. This peculiarity was the reason Luna had found him in the Knockturn Animal Center, where she had bravely ventured the previous year after resolutely deciding she required a companion during her long and frequent trips into forests around the world to study magical creatures. Spying her button-up sweater and jeans in a heap near the tent's flap door, Luna stumbled across the tent to retrieve them as Gerry honked loudly from her sleeping bag. The tent, flapping lazily, was frigid, and though it offered none of the luxuries found in a typical wizard's tent, Luna preferred it because she felt closer to the creatures she studied.
Slipping hurriedly into her clothes, Luna now made her way to the mouth of the tent, and dragged the zipper down the tent's green plastic flap. Gerry was at her heels as she stepped out into the morning.
If the tent had been cold, it was nothing to the temperature outside. However, Luna merely yawned once again and tugged at her sweater. She continued to light a small fire in a ring of rocks with a sleepy flick of her wand, and, her work done, scanned her surroundings interestedly.
Vividly green plants of diverse hues, shapes, and sizes surrounded the small clearing in which Luna's tent was pitched. Piercing bird calls echoed from every direction and insect orchestras performed with gusto. This particular excursion's purpose was to collect information about the Gytraste, a species which Luna had discovered previously that year. The Gytraste, which seemed to have common ancestors with the Gytrash, was an enormous hound that slunk through forests. Though it seemed as though these creatures would stick out like a sore thumb, Luna had had quite a difficult time catching the first one, as the Gytrastes had evidently acquired a trait that allowed them to become invisible at will, camouflaging them from naturalists. At the moment, Luna spotted none, and, finishing her inspection, she abandoned alertness and returned to the tent for her "Merlin's Instant Oatmeal".
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Rolf Scamander trudged through the tropical rainforest, swearing with abandon as he beat off exotic, waxy leaves that impeded his nonexistent path. Morning dew that had previously sat in peaceful tiny drops on the forest plants had found refuge in his T-shirt and jeans, and his sodden clothes now clung to him like a niffler to a new galleon.
Who does Ollivander think he is? fumed Rolf, shaking his head like a dog, and watching water fly off as if his long dark hair was a sprinkler. I don't care if Grandpa Newt was his friend; I don't care if he used to supply him with extra unicorn hairs or whatever the hell it was he did... Thinks he can just send me an owl and of course I'll drop my observation of one of the most recently discovered magical creatures and track down some random girl sitting in the middle of South America looking for an invisible pig or whatever... One thing's for sure he thought resolutely. I don't give a thought who this bloody Lovegood girl is, and once I give her the message, I'll apparate to the camp right away.