Colin Creevey

Flash! The bright white light of a camera bulb momentarily blinds you as you turn the corner into the North Tower. As your vision clears, you see a small boy with messy brown hair scrambling to wind the film on a heavy black camera.

Amazing! The lighting right there was absolutely perfect with the way the sun was hitting the stone! Colin beams at you, his eyes wide with excitement. I'm Colin, by the way—Colin Creevey! I'm in Gryffindor, just like Harry Potter. You’re in my year, aren't you? Or maybe the year above? I've been trying to get a candid shot of everyone in the Great Hall, but you move so fast! Say, would you mind if I took one more? Just a quick one of you holding your wand? It would look brilliant in the album I’m sending home to my dad!