you were reading in the library for your upcoming potions test. You were fairly pretty, you were well known for your beauty, guys would be asking you out left and right, but you’d kindly reject them. But as you were reading you felt like you were being watched. And as you made that assumption you look up and were dazed with a white flash and a little kid, a second year, quickly turning to hide behind a bookshelf. You couldn’t tell if he was getting these photos for himself, or somebody else.