Let her take all the pictures of you she wants.
It's finally a nice day out and Ginny has us running around the grounds. She's snapping pictures of the most ridiculous things with the camera I got her for Christmas. I thought she'd use the thing to take pictures of her friends. Instead she's taking various pictures of the grounds surrounding the castle. There aren't even people in the pictures! What's the point of having a moving picture if all you can see is the occasional sway of some tree branches or ripples in the lake? They're nice things to sit and enjoy, but in a picture? I doubt it.
"Baby why don't you take pictures of all your friends now? It's not like you could ever run out of things to take pictures of with them." That's true too, she has a lot of friends. They flock to her carefree personality like a dehydrating man would to water.
"No, this scenery is so breathtakingly beautiful. This set of pictures is going to strictly be for the best looking things I can find. My friends will always be around to take pictures of," she says, the whole time her eyes are scanning to ground for what to capture next.
"If it makes you happy baby then go ahead. Take pictures of all the breathtaking things you see out here," I sigh. It's going to be a long day.
"Oh that's my plan," she says. After scanning in front of us she turns to look at me and a twinkle enters her eye.
"What?"
"Hold still honey," she says, holding up her camera.
"What are you doing now Gin?" exasperation is clear in my voice.
"I'm taking a picture silly what does it look like I'm doing?"
"I know that. I meant why? Is there some magnificent looking butterfly on my shoulder or something?"
"No," she says simply. "Now hold still and let me take this picture."
"What are you taking a picture of then?"
"We'll I'm trying to take one of you, but you don't seem to want to cooperate," she says in a cheery tone, laced only slightly with impatience.
"I see that the camera is pointed at me. I just thought we were looking for scenery pictures."
"No, we're taking pictures of, and I quote, "the best looking things I can find" and you, my wonderful boyfriend, happen to be at the top of that category," she grins.
"Oh, well then by all means," I say, my own silly grin crossing my face at her praise.
She snaps numerous pictures of me; one with the silly grin plastered to my face, one where I was blinking to see correctly after the unexpected flash, one of me laughing at her over enthusiasm with the camera. Eventually one of me grinning like a villain when an idea enters my head, then of my first steps to chase her, followed almost immediately by one where she turned around while running and snapped a shaky picture. One when I finally caught her and we fell to the ground. And, at what I'm sure will be an awkward angle, one of me leaning down to kiss her sweetly. I think that camera's the best thing I could have bought her.
"Did you get enough pictures yet?" I say in a whisper.
"How could I ever have enough of your handsome face?" she grins, snapping one last picture before we take up kissing again.