A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #3 Spell origins and creation Task #2: Felix Summerbee, Created the Cheering Charm: Write about being someone's biggest supporter.
Word Count: 641
"And hold that pose," Colin stated, looking through the camera lens. The girl standing before him smiled, biting her lower lip and tilting her head allowing her white blond curls to fall over her shoulder. She was leaning slightly against a wooden fence prop, with a background of Autumn trees. She could hear Colin's camera clicking away. He still liked to use the muggle one he'd had since he'd been in school. Gabrielle didn't mind. It made the photographs that much more interesting if one couldn't tell what the subject was doing. Also, her image never left the frame.
Her hair was in long curls down the sides of her face. They contrasted with the maroon colored jumper she was wearing. Colin smiled. When he'd suggested that color for her, she had been hesitant. But Colin had worked his magic, and now he kept catching her staring at herself in the mirror. She'd look amazing in any color. When Colin had said he wanted to do an Autumn photo shoot with deep reds, oranges, and some other nice earth tones.
Gabrielle couldn't say no to him, she loved the idea. She'd done the exact same thing when he'd suggested doing a Spring one. She smiled fondly thinking about the fact they'd gone to this huge meadow and it had turned out she was allergic to something there. There had been a handful of pictures with her nose red and her eyes watery. She had looked amazing somehow though.
Gabrielle still thought those were some of the best photographs Colin had taken. She loved the ones where she wasn't perfect, where it was obvious she had some human qualities.
"Perfect, Gabrielle, absolutely perfect," he stated, snapping a few photos. Gabrielle giggled as Colin bent over backwards to catch a different angle. She nearly burst out laughing when he lost his footing and ended up face down in front of her holding the camera in the air. She heard the camera click and smiled at the flash lighting up the room.
"Did you get the shot?" she asked, her English perfect. She'd been studying, trying her best to learn the language of the young man who loved snapping her photo. The young man she was falling in love with, although she wasn't ready to tell him yet. She knew eventually she would, as if it wasn't already obvious to anyone who knew the pair.
When Colin had first took her picture that day at the lake, her hair damp and full of weeds, she'd known there was something special about him. She'd started writing him the moment she got back to Beaubatons. At first, she'd been worried he wouldn't write back, that his only interest in her was on the lens side of the camera, but that had proven untrue. They'd started writing back and forth. That had led to them visiting each other over the holidays, Colin still hadn't managed to pick up speaking French very well, but she knew he would eventually get it.
"Of course, I did, don't I always?" he asked, giving her a triumphant smile and holding up the camera. It clicked again, this time capturing a photograph of the ceiling, with Gabrielle's silohette against the white tiles. She only laughed, shaking her head as he showed her the images of herself, each one a thing of beauty.
It wasn't about the posing, about the clothing, no, Colin could somehow capture something much, much deeper. Colin really was the only one who could ever capture the strange Veela aura she seemed to radiate, and also the only one Gabrielle had ever found who was immune to it. That made her love him that much more, knowing he would never be swayed by her abilities, that he loved her for who she was and not just how she looked.