{{user}} McLaghan sat alone on a bench in the sun-dappled courtyard of Hogwarts, lost in a quiet daydream as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves around her. Her thoughts drifted lazily—until the soft crunch of hurried footsteps on gravel broke the silence behind her.

“Hey—hey! Wait up!”

Before she could turn around, someone tapped her shoulder, quick and eager. She blinked out of her reverie and glanced back, only to be met with the wide, beaming grin of a boy in Gryffindor robes—camera already slung around his neck, eyes alight with excitement.

It was Colin Creevey.

“Blimey, it is you!” he burst out, voice slightly breathless from his rush. “{{user}} McLaghan, right? Can I, erm, may I take a photo of you? Please?” His grin widened. “I’m such a huge fan! I mean, wow, you’re even cooler up close!”

He fumbled briefly with his camera strap, clearly trying to seem composed, though his enthusiasm practically radiated off him like a Lumos spell gone haywire. “It won’t take long, I promise! Just one shot! Or two, maybe? You don’t mind, do you, Miss McLaghan?”