Hello there lovely reader,

I hope that you enjoy this next edition of Daydream. I'm really enjoying writing this little series, so I hope that you are having some fun with it too. I know that there are most likely some problems and I feel that my pacing might be a little wonky. But, this style also feels right; so, i'm gonna stick with it.

This is also in Rolf's POV, which I never really intended on getting into but fit into what I was planning anyway. Which is great, I love it when characters just write themselves.

Anywho, this is 716 words long, written using Reparo from both the Drabble Club and Quidditch Pitch

Hoots, Owls

P.S. Don't feel shy, if you liked it, please leave a review!

The quill shop beside Madam Malkin's on Diagon Alley was always rather quiet. That's why Rolf liked it. No Daily Prophet reporters asking for his next book or nagging him about some woman he was supposedly sleeping with– who was Pansy Parkinson, anyway. It was his safe haven in the chaotic world that was Wizarding Britain. At least, when he was in Diagon Alley; if he ever went to the Ministry of Magic, that was another story altogether. The ashy-blond haired man shudder at the thought of ducking away constant from nosy politicians and reporters.

He needed to be out in the wilds again, exploring the mountains of Central Asia or the islands in the South Atlantic or even better the Amazon Rainforest. Being in civilization was taking its toll on his psyche. He was starting to feel like a caged bird. And-

"Ting," the bell on the door jingled, signaling that another customer had entered the small shop.

Rolf cursed under his breath, an ink bottle slipping from his hand and onto the floor. He had thought that the woman who had just walked into the store had been Luna Lovegood, a woman he hadn't seen since the presentation of the Congo Expedition research months ago. But, it couldn't have been. She wouldn't be in a quill shop at two in the afternoon on a Thursday. Rolf bent down, adjusting the small pair of spectacles he wore when he was trying not to be noticed (plus, he needed them for reading sometimes, but he always failed to mention that).

"Reparo," a white-blonde head of long hair muttered, bending down with him to help pick the ink up. She looked up to smile at him, as if no time had passed at all.

"Luna?" Rolf grinned at her; a grin that so easily fit his lips only when she was around.

"Hello," the woman said softly back.

"So– uh, what have you been up to?"

Luna hummed lightly as though thinking about her answer while she siphoned the ink back into the bottle, but Rolf also thought it was because she liked that song: the chocolate frog jingle heard on the radio. "A few things," she offered vaguely.

"Any traveling?"

Luna shook her head, still humming. "I've been too busy running my father's magazine for that."

"Your father's magazine… the Quibbler, right?" Rolf, like every other self-respecting magizoologist, took the Quibbler to be hogwash, full of superstition and a very unique lack of scientific fact. But, Rolf respected the fact that Luna believed in and felt obligated to run such hogwash.

Luna nodded her head, closing the ink bottle and holding it out to him. "Have you been doing anything interesting, lately?" Her blue eyes meet his own for a split second and they were back in the jungle and he was calm. There was no little ball of anxiety in his stomach or the worries of having a novel to write. He was carefree and happy.

"I've been writing, mostly, so no, nothing interesting."

"No traveling? Really?"

Rolf chuckled, taking the bottle from her finally and placing it back on the shelf. "Nope, and probably not for a few more months either."

"That sounds terrible."

He shrugged. "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."

Luna giggled, shaking her head. Her eyes looking into him and through him but all around him at once.

"Say," Rolf began, shoving his hands into the pockets of his muggle jeans. "I've been asked to lead a research team in the Galapagos in a few months. You could join me if you'd like. You'd still have to be an intern, but you would get to travel."

Luna's smile widened. "That sounds lovely. Thank you, Rolf."

"I'll owl you about it then." She nodded, and his wand started to buzz in his hand (an alarm he set to remind him that he was probably late). "Great, uh, I have to get going now. I might or might not be late for an interview at Witch Weekly." He backed away into the door, Luna's laughing eyes the last things he saw before being pushed into the rush of Diagon Alley.