Luna, her blonde hair flying slightly in the wind, waded through the shallow waters

Luna, her blonde hair flying slightly in the wind, waded through the shallow waters.

With her pant legs rolled up to her knees, a small net in her hands, and a dozen different colored leaves in her hair, she was hunting for another animal to add to her collections.

With her partner, Rolf Scamander, with her, she had yet to find the creature they were looking for to add to their book.

Luna did not notice, though, that her animal-catching friend was no longer looking down at the murky water.

She failed to realize, to no ones surprise, that Rolf was watching her with a riveted expression.

Her light hair, compared to his dark, fascinated him. It was no color he had ever seen before and it intrigued him more than any old animal ever could or would.

"Luna?"

The woman looked up, her blue eyes a bit wider that usual in question.

He stepped forward will as much grace as one could when they were thigh deep in muddy creek water.

With less than a foot between then, he was leaning in to do something he had been daydreaming about for a long while (which had caused many mistakes in their work, making him have to rewrite many things).

"Oh! Look! There's one," Luna hopped past him, towards the area her hand had been pointing to.

With a deep sigh, Rolf let his head hang for a moment.

After at least twenty more minutes of digging through the depths, they decided to call it a day.

As they climbed up the banks of the creek, Luna slipped and as Rolf tried to grab onto her, he fell as well.

They both landed in the mud.

The two started to laugh, hers a twinkle of a laugh that he also treasured.

And then, on sudden impulse, he kissed her.

"Well that was nice," she commented lightly before putting her lips on his again.