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Not long after Luna had said her first word, Xenophilius decided it was about time for him to start teaching her all about the magical creatures he believed in. So one day he walked into Luna's room to find her happily playing on the floor with her stuffed Crumple-Horned Snorkack which Pandora had made for her before she was born.
"Come along, moonbeam," he said, scooping the baby up and carrying her down to the sitting room. "I have some pictures I'd like to show you."
Luna looked on curiously as her father picked up a stack of drawings of various creatures. The first one he showed her was a drawing of what looked like a bright purple fairy with silver wings.
"This is called a Nargle."
"Nah-guh," babbled Luna.
"These are very nasty creatures that hide in mistletoe and steal things." Xeno held up a butterbeer cork. "This keeps them away. Now this," he held up a picture of what looked like a round red fly, "is a Wrackspurt."
"Wwack'puht," Luna repeated.
"That's right. Now, Wrackspurts are invisible to the naked eye, but one can use special glasses to see them. You should be very careful around Wrackspurts because they float in through your ears and cause your brain to go fuzzy." The next picture showed a creature that resembled a rhino except for the crumpled horn on the top of its head, much like the stuffed toy Luna was still clutching.
"Crumple-Horned Snorkacks live in a place called Sweden, but they are very hard to find," said Xeno. "Perhaps one day when you're old enough, you and I will try to find and catch one."
As Xeno continued to go through the stack of drawings, he found himself thinking about all those close-minded people who ridiculed him for his beliefs and deemed him insane. If only they could open their minds and be as eager as Luna was to learn about all these wondrous creatures, and if only there was a way to really get his message across. It was at that very moment that an idea struck him.
"Dora, I've thought about what you said. Why should I care about making money when I'm doing something I truly love and that could help change the world? And I know just what I'm going to do: I'm going to launch a magazine that publishes important stories the public should know. Stories that the Daily Prophet does not have the desire nor the motivation to publish."
"That sounds like a fine idea, Xeno," said Pandora.
"I have become so fed up with close-minded people quibbling over the validity of my way of thinking. With any luck this magazine could be the key to-That's it! I'm going to name it The Quibbler!"
"The Quibbler?" repeated Pandora.
"Yes, The Quibbler. It's the perfect name for my magazine."
"Kib-ber! Kib-ber!" Luna babbled, clapping her hands.
Xenophilius stroked the little girl's hair. "That's right, moonbeam."