"The Quibbler? Do you read it? My father's the editor," beamed Luna enthusiastically. "I'm working for him now, of course. We came here - that is, my father and I, were supposed to come here together to do a story on Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, but he was called away on other business, so I guess that means that it should be 'I came here' - to, well, do a story on Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. It's been slow, though," said Luna a little despondently. "They can be rather difficult to spot, with their colouration. In addition, I think they should have all gone into hibernation for the winter."

"A low profile? Does that mean that there'll be no chance of an interview then? How about an autograph? I could bring down my camera and we could take a picture and you could sign it? Please?" Luna looked beseechingly at Sirius. There might or might not have been an element of puppy dog eyes being thrown in.