"So George," Fred said, "did you get to see any Crumple-Horned Snorkacks while you were in Sweden?"

I turned around to face him, to tell him to shut up, but Luna answered him before I even opened my mouth. "He did get to see one! I was inside the cabin, and it was gone by the time I came out, but he described it just the way I had it pictured. Oh, I wish he had had a camera, that would have made the front page of every paper in the country."

"I bet it would have." His grin was as wide as I've ever seen it. I mouthed "Be nice" to him just as Luna moved to my side, but Fred was not deterred. Of course. Still grinning, he asked, "Tell me, just what do these Snorkacks look like?"

My only response was a glare, but Luna proceeded with the same description I had heard numerous times over the past few weeks. Which, incidentally, was the exact same description I had used when describing it to her. "It looked rather like a yak, only smaller, and its fur was so thick about its neck that you couldn't really tell it had a neck at all, and its horns were curled back over its shoulders, and it must have been getting its winter coat in already because it was fairly light in color, though not completely white yet."

Fred was obviously enjoying himself, and turned to me with mock concern on his face. "Weren't you scared, George? A beast like that could be dangerous, you know. What would I do if I lost my favorite twin brother?"

I met his fake worry with a matching one of innocence. "Why would a wizard like me be scared of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack?"

"He was very brave. I think I would have been somewhat intimidated," Luna said. "But then, he is the Gryffindor between us. I do wish I could have seen it though."

Sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her against me, I said, "Well, we'll just have to go back, now that we know when and where to find them."

"That's a good idea. I'll remember to take a camera next time, and I won't leave your side. All the exciting things happen when you're around." Suddenly her expression turned thoughtful, and she said, "In fact, I should probably go find a camera now, just in case. I'm going to have to start carrying one everywhere I go. I could end up with any number of good stories." Then she nodded slightly, more to herself than to us, and wandered back into the house.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Fred said, "Married two weeks and you're already scared to contradict her?"

"Fear has nothing to do with it," I told him. "It's to my benefit to support her beliefs."

"Because it gives me the opportunity to take the mickey?"

"No, because it makes me brave and exciting. And because now I have a standing anniversary vacation with my wife and a camera."