A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club March

Fabulous World of Comics: 25- (restriction) no dialogue (bonus)

Showtime: 25 - Who Loves You – (color) Grey

Liza's Loves: 30- Lucky Penny - Write about someone having good luck

Lizzy's Loft: 12 - (word) Imaginary

Scamander's Case: 9 - (setting) mountains

Lyric Alley: 10 - No matter what, no matter what

Quidditch League

Puddlemere United

Seeker: Evanescent- Vanishing quickly, lasting only a short time

Word Count: 1016

Luna placed her foot on the grey stone. She pushed down slightly, trying to judge if it would hold her weight. It was slick, but it would work. She studied the stone for a moment, trying to determine exactly why it was slick. It wasn't wet, but appeared as though erosion had smoothed it. Most of the other stones on the cliff had also been smoothed, but none to the same effect as this one. She made a note to add it to her notes when she got a chance.

She pulled herself up, taking another step towards the top of the cliff. If she was right, she might be able to catch a glimpse of the Snorkack. She'd been following the signs all week. There had been a broken tree branch, a few muddied tracks, and now, she was certain the creature was nesting atop this ridge. If she was fast enough, she could see it before it fled.

Snorkacks were usually awake during the day, so making this trek in the evening had been ideal. It also made things a bit harder for Luna. She didn't want to spook the creature by using her wand to cast light. So she navigated her best in the dim light of the setting sun. Once it got too dark, she would rest and pick up the trail at daybreak. Just being this close to finding the creature of her dreams was more than she'd hoped for this trip.

She realized that she could no longer make out the individual stones. The sun had finally set. She settled against the cliff wall. There was a tiny ledge, just big enough for her to sit. She placed her pack on her lap. From here, she could see the moon start to reflect off the river below. That was one of the key features that had brought here here.

Every book she'd read had said Snorkacks preferred to settle near running water. The river had been fascinating on its own. She'd found a variation on a sub-species of plinkies. She'd spent nearly a day composing notes about them, including how they differed from the previously noted species. Not for the first time, she was glad her expedition didn't have any kind of timed agenda. This one was purely for exploring, documenting and, for the most part, doing as she pleased. She knew the editors for her articles would be happy to work on her timeline, as long as she gave them something.

Before she knew it, Luna had nodded off to sleep. Her head leaned against her knees. Her pack clipped to her waist to keep it from falling. She had cast a slight sticking charm to keep her from sliding from the edge also. She'd made that mistake only once, but in the end it had worked out. She'd found a colony of undocumented spiders nearly the size of a Cocker Spanial.

Morning started damply. Luna woke covered in dew. She smiled. This was her favorite part of an expedition. The part where she was awake and about to hopefully make an amazing discovery. She knew people would pay large sums for this kind of information, but that wasn't why she did it.

No, she was much more interested in seeing the wonders of the world. Much more interested in proving, that after all these years, her father had been right. He'd passed this past year. That was part of the reason for this expedition. He had never gotten to see the creature he believed so much in, but Luna would do that for him. She would find it, take a photograph hopefully, and then the whole world would know he'd been right. There really was such a creature and they weren't just imaginary!

Grabbing her back, she started climbing again. Snorkacks couldn't fly, but they could climb. She'd nearly reached the ridge around noon. She rested for a moment, ate her lunch of bread and cheese, jotted a few notes about the rock formations and started climbing again. She hadn't heard anything that sounded like a Snorkack climbing down, so she hoped the nest wouldn't be abandoned. Even if it were, there would still be clues, proof about the Snorkacks.

Her fingers grabbed the rocks that made up the base of the ridge. She could feel something soft, maybe grass touching her fingertips. She pulled herself up. Looking around, she saw there was indeed grass on this ridge. There was also an indent in the stone, not a cave, but definitely a shelter.

Something moving to her right caused her to turn her head. A flash of skin, of horns. Then, it was gone, followed by the sounds of something running, scampering down the mountain at full speed. Luna ran that direction, trying to catch another glimpse. Instead, all she saw were trees, rocks, and a trail of dust that could have been made by anything.

Luna walked over to the shelter looking around. There was a pile of sticks and twigs, not quite a nest, but maybe the start of one? She collected a few samples before taking a quick photograph of the almost nest. She didn't seen any scales or feathers to help her identify what kind of creature had been here.

Luna sketched a picture of the tracks on the ground. She quickly got out her journal and jotted down everything she'd seen, heard, even the way the air tasted around her. The brief glimpse of something, even though all she'd really seen was a flash of skin, of horns, made her even more convinced she was on the right track.

That had been a Snorkack. She must have startled it when she'd climbed up. She made a mental note to be more careful in the future. Giving the ledge one last glance just to make sure she hadn't missed anything, Luna started climbing back down, following the trail of disturbed rocks. If she followed the trail, maybe she could catch another glimpse of the creature before it got away. If not, at least she had another article in the making!