My fourth entry for Mystii's Collection- this one is a LunaRolf, with the prompt journey.
(*)
she searches for Nargles
but all she ever does is
catch glimpse from
the corner of her eye
(*)
her father used to help her
looking through the house for them
but then she was nine
and the world lost its gravity
for a moment
and her father
he never searched with her again
(*)
then a kind boy
helped her
searching through the castle
but she realized that
he did it only because he was kind
and didn't really believe
so she let him free of looking
because believing, she knows
is important
(*)
another boy searched
with his clumsy feet
that stumbled at he walked with her
until she saw that
the boy only followed her
that he walked a bit behind
while she s k i p p e d a h e a d
so she told him goodbye
because, though he was sweet and ohsobrave
he couldn't quite keep up
(*)
the next boy was b r i l l i a n t
a Muggle veterinarian
with a house filled with
feathers and scales and fur
and he showed her all of the
creatures in his world
but he didn't like magic
preferring science and truths
and laughed at her tales of
Nargles and such
he never quite trusted her
after that
(*)
she was almost ready
to give up the search for Nargles
and believe in hard facts
(*)
until the day she knocked herself over
on a man in Flourish and Blott's
his name was Rolf Scamander
and he found animals
no one thought existed anymore
they talked about Nargles
and Wrackspurts
and a hundred other creatures
while he looked at her
and listened
(like he actually cared)
and wrote it all down
in his little silver blue notebook
and she told herself
that he could help her find them
(*)
and they talked over his coffee
and her tea with infusion of Dirigle plum
about her creatures and his work
about silliness and goblin rights
whether radishes or turnips earrings were best
(radishes, he agreed)
over days and weeks and months
(*)
and then it was a year
(she remembered only because he told her
'happy birthday')
(*)
and she realized that somewhere
somewhere along the way
between looking at unicorns under moonlight
tripping over branches to see something
that maybe didn't exist
putting together f r i e n d s h i p s torn by the war
she'd found what she'd been looking for all the while
that she'd found
the Nargles