A/N: so the 1st and 3rd chapters are ~medium, while the 2nd chapter is pretty long. I don't own anything, except the Winged Warble.

Rolf hated that woman so much he had started to think about going back home, which is something he never thought about

Back home was his rather judgmental father, who did not approve of Rolf following in his grandfather's footsteps. He wanted Rolf to join the Ministry like his too-perfect sisters. But his grandfather had taught him the wonders of tracing and tracking magical beasts and he could not turn it down.

But if his father thought he was crazy, Rolf would pay good money to see his father in a room with the Lovegood woman for five minutes.

The Lovegood Woman. That was the only name Rolf thought suited her. Not Luna, not Miss Lovegood, not even Loony, as she was referred to by the other people spending their time in the inn, (although the name did have some merit.)

Of all the places on earth, why did she have to do her 'research' in the same forest as him? He, at least, was doing something respectable, doing research on the rare Jobberknoll bird. At least the Jobberknoll had been proven to exist. No, The Lovegood Woman was tracing Winged Warbles "of which there have been several sightings in this area. Lots of people have come and told my father about them."

Rolf rolled his eyes and ordered another firewhiskey from the bar. Thankfully, he was able to avoid her most days, as she came down from her room (which happened to be right next to his, more to his displeasure) early in the morning and went out in search for her beloved Warble, and did not return until late in the night. Unfortunately, that did not prevent him from meeting her while he was tracking Jobberknolls.

"Y'all right Rolf?" The bartender asked him. As the winter weather was still slowly melting away, not many people had come for business yet, leaving Rolf and a small group of men playing a card game at the table across the room.

"I had another run-in with the Lovegood woman today." Rolf told her. The bartender, Lenny, was acquainted with her, as he had to throw her out on one occasion when she insisted his establishment had been infested with Wrackspurts.

"What did Loony want with ya?" Lenny asked.

"We got into an argument about whether a set of tracks belonged to an injured Warble or a Jobberknoll." an 'argument' might have overstated what it actually was. Mostly, Rolf was yelling at her deep in the forest, while the Lovegood woman smiled almost pityingly at him, and spoke to him like a child who didn't understand. Her calm demeanor almost always made him more infuriated than less.

"Well, don't let her bother ya." He said, passing Rolf another Firewhiskey. "One day, a giant rock is gonna fall on her head, and then she'll see sense."

Rolf smiled at the image. He knew Lenny didn't really think too highly of Rolf, as he thought spending your days chasing wild beasts was not a very respectable job. But, between Rolf and the Lovegood Woman, Lenny would always choose Rolf.

Rolf thanked Lenny for the drinks and headed back to the inn. He needed a good night's rest so that he could deal with her the next day.

Rolf was surprised to find her returning to her room as well, as she normally might stay until midnight in the forest. She had her usual aggravating smile on her face and she practically skipped into the inn.

"Hello, Mr. Scamander." She said when she saw Rolf enter with her.

He nodded his own greeting and said, "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Oh, well, I had a rather good day today, so I decided to turn in early. You see right after I found the Warble tracks—you saw them—I found some excrement. Here, look, I took a sample."

Rolf tried to look at least moderately respectful as she pulled out a small, clear vial from her robes. Looking at it though, he was surprised to find he could not identify the animal it belonged to, and it definitely was some sort of excrement. For a moment, he forgot his hatred of the woman before him and examined it solely with his eyes. One thing was for sure, this did not belong to a Jobberknoll.

"I just know it was a Warble. I'm going to do some tests on it tomorrow, maybe if I find out what it eats, I'll be able to set up a trap for it. Just to attract it of course, I wouldn't actually want to trap the poor beast." She took the small bag back and went upstairs to her room. Rolf watched her long, blonde hair bounce all the way.