Colin's POV
I've always been a very happy and energetic person. My mum would even say that as a baby I was never grumpy and I hardly ever cried. When I learned to walk I became very energetic. I loved to explore around my house and in the yard around it. One year for Christmas, dad bought me a camera, so that I would have my memories of the things I had discovered. Dad always says I could make a great photographer, but mum says that I'm too young to know that already.
I was very excited to learn that not only am I a wizard, but that I get to go to a new school. I didn't really have any friends in primary school, so it was no loss for me. I hoped to make lots of them at Hogwarts though. And I'd have my camera with me to capture every moment of my fantastic new life at wizard school.
I was awestruck when I learned that another student at the school was a celebrity. I spent all night on my first night at school reading about him in my history book. The next day, I took my first picture of him. It probably would've been more polite to ask him first instead of just flashing my camera in his face, but I didn't really think about that at the time. Then he was nice to me, so naturally I thought I had made my first friend. From then on, I would say hi to him when I pass him in the hallways and take any chance that I could to talk to him. That's what friends were supposed to do, right? And I took so many pictures of my new friend to send home to my mum, so that she could be happy that I finally had one.
Then towards the end of my second year, I realized I wasn't following him around because I wanted to be his friend. I knew that I didn't have a chance with him, because he was most likely straight. And if he was gay, he could probably do much better than me. But his friendship and the chance to see him every day was more than enough.
Then one day I saw him in the hallway.
"Hiya, Harry!" I greeted him same as I usually do.
"Hi, Colin," He said right back, like so many times before. But this time, I noticed something that I hadn't before. He turned his head to his friends, the girl and the red head, and rolled his eyes.
I felt my chest tighten slightly when I saw this. I started remembering all of the times that I encountered him. He would react with either reluctance or forced politeness. So I made a silent, sad promise that if he didn't want me around, then I wouldn't bother him anymore.
In those last few weeks of second year, though, I noticed that it wasn't just Harry that cringed at my presence. Almost everyone I knew would act the exact same way as Harry whenever I came around. The day I made this realization, I skipped my last few classes and spent the rest of the day with my head shoved into a pillow so that the sound of my crying wouldn't echo in the lonely dorm.
+ This is going to be a short story, no more than a few chapters. I wanted to use the first part of this chapter to describe Colin's personality, etc. And then at the bottom I wanted to show his reaction to rejection. I hope I did a good job.
The next chapter will be in third person POV and show what happens next year when Colin isn't so happy and people start to notice.