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Lucien stepped out of the library after spending the entire day buried in books, just as closing time hit.
He climbed the spiraling staircase toward the Ravenclaw Tower at an unhurried pace, his mind still turning over a passage he'd read about curse mediums.
As he rounded the final turn, the bronze eagle knocker on the Ravenclaw common room door came into view.
A figure with dark golden-brown hair stood motionless in front of it.
Lucien walked closer and saw it was Luna.
She had her head tilted back, staring at the eagle-shaped knocker without blinking. Her silver eyes were fixed, her lips moving faintly as if repeating something silently to herself.
She looked completely lost in thought and didn't notice him approaching.
Stuck on the riddle?
The Ravenclaw common room didn't have a password—it had a riddle instead.
For younger students, the riddles could be tough. Sometimes kids got locked out all night if no one helped.
"What's today's question?" Lucien asked casually as he reached her side.
Luna turned. When she saw it was him, a faint smile crossed her face, like she was relieved.
"You're here." She recited the knocker's riddle: "I grow in the dark but die in the light. I devour thoughts but am imprisoned by words. What am I?"
Lucien nodded and started thinking.
Just then, Luna spoke up suddenly, her voice light and drifting, almost like she was talking to herself. "Lucien, do you know the Crooked-Horned Snoring Beast?"
The thought forming in his head broke off. Lucien turned to look at the young witch. Her silver eyes looked especially clear in the torchlight, reflecting the dancing flames.
Crooked-Horned Snoring Beast?
He quickly searched his memory for every magical creature book he'd read—Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, A Guide to Magical Creatures, Beasts Unknown… nothing.
"Never heard of it," Lucien answered honestly.
Luna's expression didn't change. She'd clearly expected that answer.
She tilted her head and explained calmly, "They live in the northern forests. Their horns are curved like crescent moons. When they sleep, they make sounds like snoring, so people call them Crooked-Horned Snoring Beasts." She paused. "My dad and I have seen them, but lots of people say they don't exist."
Lucien stayed silent for a moment.
Luna and her father, Xenophilius Lovegood, believed in creatures that mainstream wizarding society refused to acknowledge.
The "odd news" printed in her father's magazine The Quibbler was dismissed by most wizards as attention-grabbing nonsense.
But Lucien knew the magical world was huge. Plenty of magical creatures went unrecorded, or only had scattered, unofficial mentions.
"I'm not sure if they exist," Lucien said carefully. "At least I've never seen any records of them. Maybe they live somewhere people don't disturb them."
Luna tilted her head, those silver eyes studying him for two seconds before she added in that drifting tone:
"Mr. Newt Scamander has written so many books about magical creatures. He's traveled all over the world. Maybe he knows about the Crooked-Horned Snoring Beasts."
She looked at Lucien, a quiet, genuine expectation in her silver eyes—not pushy, just real.
"Could you ask him for me?"
Lucien paused, caught off guard. He hadn't expected Luna to ask him that out of the blue.