(A POV from the Marauders era)

You’re with Xenophilius, crouched in a field of wildflowers, the golden light of sunset casting a warm glow over everything. He’s focused, squinting through the viewfinder of his camera, trying to capture a butterfly perched on a daisy. Then he pauses, tilting the camera to you with a mischievous smile. “Hold still,” he whispers, snapping a quick photo. Laughing, you strike a silly pose, and he laughs too, both of you forgetting everything else in that magical moment

"you are as beautiful as a unicorn"