Hey, my readers! Guess what, guess what, guess what? Two more reviews and we'll've reached 20! Oh my god! Woop! Yay!… other expressions of happiness! So, that being said… um… could I please have two more reviews before the next chapter, it would make my day!

Also, only two more exams for me, art and English! So that means practically no more studying, which means more updating for you!

Also, six more days til Christmas!

Is anyone else as happy as I am right now?

I'm squeaking with happiness right now! Some smile, I squeak… anyway…

So today, I'm writing about Luna and Rolf. Aren't they just the ultimate couple? Like, they are at the top of the scale of which all other couples are measured… but that's just my opinion. Let me know if you agree! Or if you disagree, or what your all-time-favourite-Harry-Potter-couple is!

Luna and Rolf.

Romance, friendship, humour.

Prompt: Crumple Horned Snorkack.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I do, on the other hand own my very own magic wand… some call it a twig from a tree, I call it a wand… sigh…

'Luna Lovegood, the Quibbler, our readers are wondering why… oh, my, those Nargles are making my brain so fuzzy today,'

The young woman with the tangled blond hair sat down dreamily, waiting for the Nargles to stop bothering her so she would remember her question.

She was at a press conference, for the release of a new book about magical creatures by Rolf Scamander. She was there to question him about the lack of information about the Crumple Horned Snorkack, for Daddy, who was going to write a slanderous and ridiculing article about him in the next issue of the Quibbler.

'Nargles, did you say?' the man, Rolf, asked, standing up abruptly, 'those pesky creatures have been bothering me all day!' he exclaimed, beginning to rummage through a large, battered briefcase, the one that never matched the eclectic mish-mash of clothes that he was wearing.

He pulled out a pair of iridescent, large spectacles, that were identical to the ones the woman was now wearing.

He hastily put them on, as though this were a life or death matter.

'Oh, simply terrible! There are hundreds here!' he exclaimed, sounding thoroughly distressed. 'right, everybody out!' his voice took on a brisk, firm quality. 'We'll have to continue elsewhere,'

That was met with confusion and outrage. All of the newspapers, magazines and newsletters had sent their best reporters to question him. His book was pure brilliance, said by many to be even better than Newt's own original Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

After a few minutes of Rolf's insistent pleas for everybody to leave, the room was finally clear of all people but himself and Luna.

'Do you think we should get rid of them?' Luna asked dreamily.

'Of course,' He smiled, a crooked, crazy grin of a man not entirely "all-there in the head".

He delved back into the brief case. 'Oh, blast,' he said, I forgot the potion, I almost always have it with me!'

'Don't worry,' Luna assured him, pulling a bottle with a spray-cap out of a patchwork bag, and beginning to spray the air.

'Where did you get that? I can only get that in the darkest parts of Knockturn alley, and deal with many very shady folks to get it',' he asked enthusiastically.

'I make it myself,' she said, continuing to spray the air.

'You do?' he exclaimed, 'Marvellous!'

She blushed, 'Thank you,'

She continued to spray the air until all the Nargles were gone.

They sat down in the empty chairs in absolute silence, still wearing their technicolor glasses.

'Oh!' she exclaimed suddenly, so out of the blue that Rolf jumped.

'What? Are there more?'

'No, no! I remember my question!'

'Oh, of course! Please, I want to hear it!'

'Why don't you write about the Crumple Horned Snorkack?'

'Oh, I wanted to!' he exclaimed, 'But my editor said they were too inconspicuous!'

'They're shy!'

'That was what I said!' he exclaimed in agreement.

'Have you ever seen one?'

'Once,' He grinned his madman grin.

'You did?' her voice was awed.

'Yes, two of them, a mother and her baby. The baby was tiny, and it had no horn, not yet,'

'They grow them when they're in adolescence,' Luna said knowledgeably.

He nodded in agreement.

'My father is going to write an awful review of your book, you know,' she said.

'He is?' Rolf sounded as though his was thoroughly enjoying himself.

'Yes,' Luna nodded seriously.

'You're writing for the… Quibbler, was it?'

'Yes,'

'I love the Quibbler! In…in your last issue… yes, I have it here-' he'd delved back into his briefcase and produced the latest edition of the Quibbler, then turned to a bookmarked page.

'I wrote that one,' she murmured, it was the fluff piece she'd written on the Pygmy Puff's favourite songs to sing on Boxing Day.

'I loved it, I had no idea that they could reach the pitch of Walking in the air,'

'Oh, yes,' Luna said enthusiastically, 'They can vary from soprano to bass,' she nodded matter-of-factly.

'The Crumple Horned Snorkack I saw was humming to her child.'

'Really?' she asked softly.

'Yes,' he murmured, gazing into her silvery-grey eyes.

'Daddy,' Luna said breathlessly, arriving back at her house an hour or so later, 'you can't write that bad review about Rolf Scamander!'

'Why not, Luna, dear,'

'Why, he's simply the most wonderful man I've ever met!' she exclaimed.