"Hello, here to pick up your pictures miss?" Dennis asked the girl with the braid.

"Yez, zir, for Weasley," The girl said in a French accent, still smiling that small smile.

"Of course, I never forget a smile, especially not one so sweet. Here you go, Miss…?" Dennis ventured, not sure if he was overstepping his boundary or not.

"Delacour, Gabrielle Delacour. And your name, Mizster Creevey?" She asked.

"Dennis… well, I assume those pictures are going to your parents?" He asked, hoping to break the ice.

"Yez, married thirty years on ze twentieth of June," Gabrielle replied. "Well, 'ow much do I owe you Dennees?"

"One galleon please," Dennis answered.

"'Ere you are, I must be going, goodbye Dennees," Gabrielle said, turning to leave.

Dennis started to let her leave, but then decided no, he would not let this beautiful girl leave again.

"Gabrielle, wait!" Dennis called, catching her just before she went out the door.

"Yez?" Gabrielle asked an expectant look and that beautiful smile on her face.

"I was wondering… there's this really nice café that's just down the alley, and I was wondering, well, I close the shop in two hours and, if you wanted maybe we could get together there for a bite to eat or something?" He asked, hoping beyond hope he wouldn't be shot down.

"Are you asking me on a date, Dennees?" Gabrielle asked him, laughing.

"Yes I am, Gabrielle," Dennis answered warily.

"Zat zounds nice," she said.

He beamed ear to ear at this response, as they agreed to meet at the studio in two and a half hours to walk to the café.

As she left, Dennis knew this would be a wonderful night; and hoping, wherever Colin was, he was smiling. Dennis knew he was, and most likely would be for a long, long time.