The Snidget Sanctence: A Short Story: Luna Lovegood's Tale
“You’re a curious creature,” she observed. Luna Lovegood was at a Snidget Sanctury, a wizarding reservation for the Golden Snidget. Now a woman of twenty-two, Luna Lovegood had become a Magizoologist, travelling the world and examining rare specimens. Not many people were allowed into the Sanctury, but being a wizarding naturalist, she had privileges.
Bending down, she put her notebook under her arm and stuck her wand behind her ear. She held a gentle hand out to the tiny bird. It darted out of the way, unbelievably nimble, and flew into the trees. She rose and gazed up at it, holding her bright yellow hat so it did not slip from her head.
“They’re fast,” a voice said.
Luna cast her eyes down. A man of her age was standing a few feet from …show more content…
So hello, I’m Luna Lovegood, Magizoologist.” She held out a pale hand.
He made an nervous noise and raised his hand a little too fast, which knocked into hers awkwardly before managing to shake it. “Rolf Scamander,” he burst out, “a-also a Magizoologist.”
“Scamander,” she remarked, nearly lost in thought. She knew he had looked vaguely familiar. “Are you the grandson of Newton Artemis Fido Scamander?”
“Uh yes,” he bobbed his head. “Yes I am.”
Luna reminisced in another memory, “My father once wrote an article about him. He said that Newt was actually a shy turtle Transfigured into a human being.”
Rolf blinked slowly and cocked his head slightly, “Ah, what newspaper does your father write for?”
“It’s a magazine, actually. He’s the editor.” She reached into her lavender purse and brought out the newest edition of The Quibbler.
He gasped, “I love reading that!” Then he blushed, embarassed about his outburst. “I-I just, the parts about—reading about all those cool creatures…even if there’s no proof that they exist…”
“I understand perfectly!” Luna said, pleased. She was about to go on, but a small chirping drew her attention …show more content…
It flew from side to side, left to right on its fully rotational wings, gold feathers glinting in the afternoon sun.
“I came here to study them,” she said thoughtfully. “Not much information exists, you see, since they’re so hard to catch.”
Rolf Scamander brightened, “D’you want me to get that one for you?”
She arched her pale brows, “How?”
He just smiled, looking at ease now that he knew what to do. He pulled his wand from his pocket, along with a hankerchief. Rolf aimed his wand carefully at the Snidget, “Accio Snidget.”
The bird flew over and landed softly on the cloth. He rubbed its head soothingly with a fond finger, and it settled down. Rolf beamed rather proudly at Luna.
“You’re better with creatures than humans,” she said matter-of-factly, eyes sparkling. Before he could reply, she went on, “We have that in common.”
He continued to stroke the Snidget’s small head. “Can you believe that these cute creatures were used in Quidditch?”
The former Ravenclaw’s voice grew steely, “It’s horrible. It’s fortunate that they were replaced with the Snitch.”
Rolf peeked up at her, “I agree.”
She peered at the Snidget, making sure not to get too close and frighten it. The curve of its beak told her it was a girl. “May I hold
Bending down, she put her notebook under her arm and stuck her wand behind her ear. She held a gentle hand out to the tiny bird. It darted out of the way, unbelievably nimble, and flew into the trees. She rose and gazed up at it, holding her bright yellow hat so it did not slip from her head.
“They’re fast,” a voice said.
Luna cast her eyes down. A man of her age was standing a few feet from …show more content…
So hello, I’m Luna Lovegood, Magizoologist.” She held out a pale hand.
He made an nervous noise and raised his hand a little too fast, which knocked into hers awkwardly before managing to shake it. “Rolf Scamander,” he burst out, “a-also a Magizoologist.”
“Scamander,” she remarked, nearly lost in thought. She knew he had looked vaguely familiar. “Are you the grandson of Newton Artemis Fido Scamander?”
“Uh yes,” he bobbed his head. “Yes I am.”
Luna reminisced in another memory, “My father once wrote an article about him. He said that Newt was actually a shy turtle Transfigured into a human being.”
Rolf blinked slowly and cocked his head slightly, “Ah, what newspaper does your father write for?”
“It’s a magazine, actually. He’s the editor.” She reached into her lavender purse and brought out the newest edition of The Quibbler.
He gasped, “I love reading that!” Then he blushed, embarassed about his outburst. “I-I just, the parts about—reading about all those cool creatures…even if there’s no proof that they exist…”
“I understand perfectly!” Luna said, pleased. She was about to go on, but a small chirping drew her attention …show more content…
It flew from side to side, left to right on its fully rotational wings, gold feathers glinting in the afternoon sun.
“I came here to study them,” she said thoughtfully. “Not much information exists, you see, since they’re so hard to catch.”
Rolf Scamander brightened, “D’you want me to get that one for you?”
She arched her pale brows, “How?”
He just smiled, looking at ease now that he knew what to do. He pulled his wand from his pocket, along with a hankerchief. Rolf aimed his wand carefully at the Snidget, “Accio Snidget.”
The bird flew over and landed softly on the cloth. He rubbed its head soothingly with a fond finger, and it settled down. Rolf beamed rather proudly at Luna.
“You’re better with creatures than humans,” she said matter-of-factly, eyes sparkling. Before he could reply, she went on, “We have that in common.”
He continued to stroke the Snidget’s small head. “Can you believe that these cute creatures were used in Quidditch?”
The former Ravenclaw’s voice grew steely, “It’s horrible. It’s fortunate that they were replaced with the Snitch.”
Rolf peeked up at her, “I agree.”
She peered at the Snidget, making sure not to get too close and frighten it. The curve of its beak told her it was a girl. “May I hold