The whole thing was really rather pointless, and he knew that. Rather, he told himself (and everyone else, if they cared to ask, which they didn't) that he knew it. Yet here he was again, sitting the Quidditch stands in the pissing rain and waiting for a clear shot. He wasn't disappointed; but then, Harry had never disappointed him, wheeling through the sky like he was meant for wings rather than legs (even though his legs were very nice and nobody could deny that). The whirr of his camera was barely audible above the sounds of rain and his own delighted gasps at Harry's aerial prowess as he snapped photo after photo.
He had hundreds of photos just like this - Harry flying, Harry eating, Harry laughing (though never at anything he'd said, he wasn't at all clever). Nobody ever questioned it, not even Harry himself. He supposed they figured him for just another eccentric - after all, the wizarding world was full of them. And it allowed him all the freedom he needed to collect these precious memories of the Boy Who Lived and Would Always Live in his thoughts, no matter what happened.
He lowered his camera as Harry descended, landing lightly on the pitch. He turned, his glasses gleaming in the rain, and lifted a hand in greeting before turning toward the locker rooms. Colin gazed after him for a brief moment, hands clutching his camera full of memories, the rain disguising the tears that streaked his face.
He had hundreds of photos just like this - Harry flying, Harry eating, Harry laughing (though never at anything he'd said, he wasn't at all clever). Nobody ever questioned it, not even Harry himself. He supposed they figured him for just another eccentric - after all, the wizarding world was full of them. And it allowed him all the freedom he needed to collect these precious memories of the Boy Who Lived and Would Always Live in his thoughts, no matter what happened.
He lowered his camera as Harry descended, landing lightly on the pitch. He turned, his glasses gleaming in the rain, and lifted a hand in greeting before turning toward the locker rooms. Colin gazed after him for a brief moment, hands clutching his camera full of memories, the rain disguising the tears that streaked his face.