On the eve of the summer solstice I had been touring the moors in Scotland and removed myself from the group to look at one of the old churches in detail, the location was known to be a 'ghost town' and was curious if I could see any ghosts inside the condemned church. I was so enthralled with the architecture and what details I could make out from the murky glass panes of the main sanctuary. I barely noticed the group had gone on without me. "I'll catch up soon", I told myself.  I made my way around the back end of the church and found a graveyard. I pushed open the grimy gate and at that moment I felt as if I was being watched. I could not see anybody around, the group was out of sight and ear-shot. I drew my wand as a precaution, and went onward to examine the gravestones. Rustling was heard over in the far Eastern corner of the cemetary. I brushed it off as a rat, as I did notice a small dark figure. 

By the time I had gotten over to where the dark figure was it was gone and could find no trace of it. Curiosity got the better of me so I cast a simple detection charm over the area. I did notice something was there but couldn't see it. I turned around and then found what appeared to be about six or seven old women, all with sunken eyes and deathly features. They just stared at me. I noticed also shadows dancing against the back of the church wall out of the corner of my eye. As I spun around I heard, almost as if it was part of the wind it seemed, a distant, less-than- human cackle. There was no shadow. I looked back at the old women only to be staring at headstones and an age-worn wooden fence. 

The cackle was sounded again in the wind.

I decided to try to head back to the group for the rest of the tour. As I hurridly made my way around to the front of the church again and back to the main path I tripped and landed face first on a rock. Luckily I didn't break my glasses or my nose. I got up and looked to see what I tripped over, it felt as if there was a large vine on the ground. There was nothing. Then as I walk a few paces I'm stuck with an unexplained dizziness. It was all making sense now... Before term ended I recall in Dark Arts class, the lesson on imps. Could this have been an imp?

I'm now consciously aware of what I suspect it might be; I even saw a small black figure in the graveyard, could that have been the imp? I begin walking again but this time in the opposite direction. It made sense to me that if it was targetting me it would be from behind me where I wouldn't easily catch it.. I saw it. 

Perching on a low hanging limp over a tiny shack, nearly as tall as my journal, and it locked its gaze with mine. I slowly raised my wand and then abruptly slashed it through the air then aiming it at the imp, I concentrated on scarlet sparks brazing its skin and blinding it, and before it could apparate I cast the Verdimilious spell on it. Once the sparks erupted the imp looked dazed and in awe, as if watching a firework display in wonder, and then shrieked once the sparks touched its skin. I heard a tiny pop and it was gone. I then ran onward following the path to catch up with the group.