A/N: The last chapter will go up tomorrow and then I'll start the last story of Blackinnon Fest on Monday! Remember that next week's story is a sequel to Reconnaissance (you won't need to read it to understand the story, but it's such a fun story and I think you'll like this story better if you've read the first story). See you tomorrow!

Picture It

Marlene was almost scared to look up. The seconds that Sirius had been silent were dragging though and she couldn't stand it.

She looked up to find Sirius gripping the table with white knuckles. "Are you alright?"

"Are you?" His face was sharp with anger but his voice was concerned, boarding on panicked.

His concern nearly brought her to tears again. "I'm alright. I ended up telling him off, in front of the entire party. So definitely not going to be modeling now."

"Why modeling?" Sirius' knuckles were still white and Marlene resisted the urge to intertwine her fingers with his and pry his hands from the table. "I always thought you lived for taking the photograph, not being in it."

She wrapped her arms around herself. "I stopped taking pictures when Mum got sick. I haven't taken any since. I was at a coffee shop and an agent started talking to me and gave me her card and an invite. I didn't think I had anything to lose showing up."

"Marls," his hands loosened their grip a fraction. "Why did you stop? I thought photography was your everything."

"I don't know." And she didn't know. At first she thought it was because her time had been completely devoted to helping her mum. But even since her mum had been fine, Marlene had yet to pick up her cameras. "And it's been years now, I've probably lost the skills I had."

Sirius scoffed, "Impossible."

She couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. Sirius had always been her biggest supporter among her friends. Marlene realized how much she'd missed it.

"What are you smiling about?" He knocked her hand with his knuckle.

"You." She looked back at him. "I forgot how you always thought I was some sort of photographer genius."

"You are," he shrugged, but she didn't miss the smirk playing on his lips. "Honestly, Marls, you have a gift, don't throw it away because life tossed a wrench in your plans."

"Sirius-"

"Give me your number." He interrupted her. "Where are you living?"

"What?" She blinked.

"I'm going to get you an Uber home and then I'm picking you up tomorrow morning and we're getting you and your camera on the road like we used to do."

"Like, on your bike?" Marlene would be lying if she didn't admit to the spark of excitement that lit in her chest.

"I said just like old times, Marls. Now," he slid his phone across the table, "I need your number and your address."