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The crowd was still enraptured by the spectacle that was their forest that they didn't notice the figure tripping out of the forest, clutching an old-fashioned bulb camera with clumsy fingers. But when they saw part of the shrubbery collapse, and a surprised "Oof!" from that same direction, their attention was drawn to the person emerging from the onion.

First there was the tumbling girl, her brown eyes wide, her straight brown hair now dishevelled and tangled in twigs. Her face was creamy-pale, and that face was pretty but unremarkable. Even so, the deep chocolate eyes demanded attention with their own unrecognised confidence and lit up the girl's semi-transparent skin.

There were a few giggles from the crowd at her expense, and a bright blush glowed on her transparent cheeks. She moved to the side, away from the door, and looked down.

Bella Swan felt her cheeks flush with blood as Hogwarts students within view mocked her clumsiness. She was momentarily mesmerised by how, as they laughed, the black fabric of their robes rippled in seamless wavelets and skimmed the dewy grass. But as she recovered and rose awkwardly to her feet, almost dropping her camera in her embarrassment, her trance was broken and her gaze again became unfocused. She tried to laugh off the shame, act as if it was nothing, but she blushed deeper at the realisation this would be only the start of a string of nothings that would play out over this trip. No, over her life.

This was, of course, not the first time. Though it was a first to trip into a woody bush, holding a very breakable camera, and be teased by assumedly British wizards. She sighed, and began to pull leaves from her knotted hair.

It's so cold here! Bella thought, shivering. The purple polyester of her school robes was too thin for the chill of the country; Bella took hold of the unbuttoned front panels of her robe, and pulled the material tighter to her. It was so icy here compared to Arizona. Not that she'd spent a lot of time at home, since Deauforth was located somewhere close to the middle of the Mississippi and nowhere near the sweltering, pressing heat of her home. But now her mother had met Phil, and they were preoccupied with each other.

Bella was perfectly okay with Phil, but she just never saw her mother anymore. Christmas break was the only holiday she had during the year, and it was definitely the longest, as summer was too hectic with interschool Quidditch and music recitals for those taking classes like snake-charming. And now that Renee was seemingly fulfilled with a new boyfriend, Bella wasn't sure if Renee was hers or Phil's.

It had been such a surprise to receive the letter from Deauforth three years ago. No-one had ever thought Bella extraordinary, or charismatic, or with any special abilities except to read furiously. But it was almost a relief for Renee, that her daughter could do something that not everyone could, and that magic would distract her from the opposite sex, or even Charlie. Renee was sure he would be a terrible influence on her daughter, and Renee was reluctant to tell Charlie about the unexpected acceptance into a prestigious but discrete school of magic. In the end Bella had decided to, for want of being honest with her father.

When she had first arrived at Deauforth, the headmistress (Ms. Perry-Bryant) had assumed she was a Squib. In Bella's eyes an easy assumption to make, as it had taken nearly an hour to find a wand that didn't singe the beard of the wand-maker, or crack windows, or split in two. The only one that seemed to fit was very small – nine and a half inches, of reinforced Honey Locust, with a centre of unicorn hair. It was bulky, like a fat fifteen colour pen, and had served its purpose since her first year. In the beginning, she had scarcely been able to use it properly because it would magic up a spell completely opposite to the one she was trying to produce; instead of creating cotton wool for a bottle to land on, she had created a bed of rough stones. The glass had fractured, and a shard hit her charms teacher in the eye. This had resulted in a detention, to Bella's dismay. But at least this has proved to Ms. Perry-Bryant she at least has the capacity to create spells.

So Bella Swan decided to take something she thought difficult to fail in – magical photography. Developing the pictures wasn't too difficult, to her surprise. After three long years of dark rooms and drama with development, she had ended up here as a fourth year photographer instructed to document the Foreign Outreach class's trip to European school Hogwarts. It was sure to be interesting, but at the same time boring; no spells, only photographs.

Bella plastered a benign smile on her face to greet her hosts. She made to snap a photograph, but was blinded by the flash – she had the camera the wrong way round.

More and more Deauforth students were emerging from their vegetable shaped housing, though the stumbling girl with the camera did not seem to be aware of the people around her – her eyes had glazed over, and her jaw had slackened. But just as Draco Malfoy of Slytherin was about to sneer in his Malfoy-ish fashion, she snapped out of her trance, smiled benevolently, and raised her camera to her eye.

The bulb produced a flash that was brighter than to be expected, and Bella swayed as her sight unfocused. She had brought the bulb up to her eye, and in her stupor attempted to take a photograph with the camera facing her. There were yet more giggles from the Hogwarts grouping, and the girl blushed at her mistake.

Attention was beginning to move away from the Deauforth students. A bubble of chatter rose up from the Hogwarts assemblage, and the black of their robes became mottled with purple as American wizards and witches mingled with the British. Bella Swan was soon forgotten, by all but one.

The camera was just the same as the one he had lost in his first year of Hogwarts.

Colin Creevey's gaze followed Bella as she snapped photographs of her new surrounds.

So ... yeah, the next chapter. Sorry it sucks.

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