It was a sunny Tuesday at Hogwarts. It wasn't exactly scorching hot, but the warmth made you yearn for summertime. The moderate heat made it bearable to sit outside. And so, you did.

You and your best friend, Severus, occupied a spot underneath a willow tree that oversaw the popular Black Lake. The shade was refreshing, and the sight of the water along with all the lush around it was gorgeous. If you stayed long enough, you would've experienced the sun setting, the colors of the sky mixed with beautiful hues.

Severus was mumbling under his breath while scribbling annotations in the margins of the book he was reading. His brows furrowed while he did so, his thin lips curved down in a frown. His hunched posture (that resembled a shrimp's) and intense focus made him less endearing to others, but oddly, more to you. His grey, almost black, eyes traced over every word, and his hand handled his quill precisely.

Everything about him—yes, even his imperfections—made you want to capture him in the moment. You always saw him concentrated on something, even committing the sight of him to memory, but you never took a picture of him while he was doing so. In fact, you never took any photos of him.

Finding an opportunity, you took your camera out of your bag as quietly as you could. It was one of those nice Muggle cameras that you got for your birthday. Raising the camera to your eye, you snapped a photo of him quickly.

But when you lowered it, Severus only stared at you, as if startled.