Vincent had been propped up against a tree staring at enclosed area of a swamp for the past three hours. During that time, he had only seen the breeding pair of Dugbogs move once. The one in the water drifted around the shallow area of the pond before snatching up a unlucky frog and the one on the shore laid in the sun until it snatch a colorful bird which picked to perch on a branch a foot away from the stick like beast. Vincent was hoping to find out if the beasts had buried their nest on the shore or laid their eggs in the shallow end of the pond.
He had always been surprised by the lack of information on beasts in the wizarding world. Sure, there were whole books on how to ward pests like Dugbogs from destroying your mandrake crop but nothing about their breeding habits. Vincent would have guessed they were some reptilian like beast possible a kin to a salamander or some from of lizard. Seeing that they were able to dig and they had skin that appears to look like wood bark, dry and rough while they were in the sun… he would guess they were more similar to a lizard. As such they would likely have a nest buried somewhere near. Yet Vincent was aware that magical beasts often defied most concepts that most muggle scientists held as fact. Still being muggle born, he could not help to see the wizarding world through the muggle filter. Magical animals fascinated him, yet for some reason it was a sentiment that few wizards shared.
Here in Paraíso de Palomo he had been surprised to find everyone that works here and almost every visitor shares similar love of magical beasts. He was lucky he was given the opportunity to come down to Brazil. He did not have tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, but he did not care. He was on loan from MACUSA to assist the over loaded Brazilian government with any emergencies they will likely have with the influx of wizards and the exotic beasts that accompany them. At the moment still a week and half before the game, things where still slow and he had some leisure time to devote to his passion of studying magical animals.
Figuring he would likely get no more information out of the pare today, for they seemed quite satisfied to remain motionless and digest their food.He stood and stretched shutting his note book of sketches. Figuring he could use a bite to eat and a break. It was then he noticed he had company. Well more like the Dugbogs did, for someone else was staring at their enclosure.
He was about to turn and walk away, but his fellow Dugbog viewer noticed him and their eyes found his. Not wanting to seem rude he decided to make some small talk. “They are interesting. With natural camouflage, and not that many predators, I am curious how many offspring will be in the breeding pare.”
