Rolf woke up first. At first he thought that the strange moon-girl hadn't come back yet, but then he saw her sleeping under the tree, her blond hair spread out over its roots. His hand crept out between the bars and almost touched a lock of her hair, until he realized what he was doing and jerked it back.
"Luna!" he shouted. "Wake up!"
She started up, her face imprinted with the tree's bark.
"You can't sleep that close to me. I can attack you from here."
"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't think." She moved farther away. "I'm done sleeping anyway. I had an idea, Rolf. Why don't you just Apparate to where you can get some Wolfsbane Potion?"
"You have to make the potion fresh every day. You can't just carry it about with you. I'm out of several ingredients, particularly aconite, the active ingredient. And…" His cheeks went red, so that the scar on the left stood out white. "I never got the hang of Apparating," he mumbled.
"Oh, dear. That must be very inconvenient."
"It is," he said shortly.
"Well, why don't I Apparate and get you what you need? I have to take all my things to Regulus Moonshine anyway…"
"You know Regulus Moonshine?"
"He was Potions Professor my last year at Hogwarts. Now he gives me commissions for ingredients. He and a friend of mine from school have been working on a way to keep vampires from wanting human blood. He did something like that for hags, you know."
"I know. He taught me to make Wolfsbane Potion. He's been trying to find a cure for lycanthropy, but no success. I wonder if he gave up."
"I doubt it. He doesn't seem to be a giving-up sort of man. So just give me your list, and I'll go get your ingredients."
Not an hour later, Luna was in Regulus Moonshine's laboratory in England, startling him and his assistant. "Hello, Chador! Hello, Regulus!" she called cheerfully. "Wait until you see what I have for you!"
Both men were tall and dark, but the famous potions master was taller, darker, austere and calm. His assistant was Chador Uil*, Luna's old friend from Ravenclaw.
"Why, Luna, we didn't expect you back today."
Chador grinned behind his back. The potions master ought to know always to expect Luna at unexpected times.
"Well, I really came to ask you for a favor. But look first at all the lovely things. This is for you, sir." She gave the warm container of dragon's egg berries to Regulus and fully enjoyed watching his face as he looked at them. Some days you found out that your father's favorite Crumple-Horned Snorkack did not exist and never had existed, and some days you found "extinct" berries to astonish your Potions professor. "This lot's for you," she said to Chador, taking a smaller box out of her large box, "and in here I've got more for George at his laboratory—and even I can't imagine what he's going to do with Impeyan Pheasant feathers—and there's a box for Young Mr. Ollivander. He's going to love my Tibetan blue bear fur."
"Wouldn't Lucia love to get her hands on that!" Chador said, of his fiancée*, who was a budding wand-maker.
"I would love to give her some, but Old Mr. Ollivander made me promise on my hope of the existence of Father Christmas not to let her have any potential core materials until she has taken her certification."
"Father Christmas?" Chador exclaimed, momentarily diverted. "If he existed, surely we'd know."
Luna shook her head pitying. "My favorite Muggle proverb, Chador—"
"'There is more in heaven and on earth than is dreamt of in our philosophy,'" he repeated with her. "Lucia should never have introduced you to Shakespeare."
They both knew he was only joking. "What I've come for today is really exciting. Can I have some aconite? And the other things on this list?"
Regulus took the parchment and mused over it. "Are you making Wolfsbane Potion, child?"
"Well, I hadn't thought to, but that does make sense. How is he going to do it in a cage?"
They were staring at her the way people often did.
"I met a werewolf," she explained as to small children.
"Luna!" they both exclaimed.
"…whose name is Rolf," she continued, undisturbed, "and is English, though he has a Scandinavian name, and he says you taught him to make Wolfsbane Potion, but he can't get hold of any more aconite, so he's locked himself in a cage."
"Rolf? My dear girl, do you mean Rolf Scamander?"
It was a very rare occasion when Luna Lovegood was astonished into silence. This was a very short occasion.
"Scamander? As in Newton Scamander?"
"He's his grandson. An English werewolf named Rolf? Light hair, blue eyes, tall?"
"Yes, but I don't know if he's tall. He's been sitting in a cage the whole time."
"A cage—what a clever idea. It sounds like him."
"Scamander!" Luna repeated. "He didn't tell me. Newt Scamander's grandson…"
"I never thought to see you star-struck by anything short of a Four-Winged Moon Dragon," Chador teased her.
"He wrote Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them," Luna said reverently. "He could gain the trust of a dragon or beat one off with a teakettle. He was the youngest Headmaster of Hogwarts, and he created the Werewolf Register. I wonder if he knew his grandson would be on it."
"Here is your aconite. Go back to your werewolf," Regulus said indulgently, "and tell him I hope he's taking care of himself."
Luna smiled at him. "I'll do it," she said as she Apparated.
Regulus and Chador looked at each other. "Did she mean she'll tell him or she'll do the taking-care-of?" Chador asked.
*Characters from "The Holly and The Hawthorn." (www . fanfiction . net/s/6434229/1/)