No offence, but I never really liked Colin Creevey. He's too much of a stalker for me… short one, since I forgot to start writing this one until _:47.
"Hello, Harry!" Colin beamed and snapped yet another photo.
Harry practically snarled, "Hello, Colin."
Colin nearly went into spasms of delight. Harry Potter had said hello to him! He ran around Harry, taking millions of photos.
Finally, Harry couldn't take it anymore. He bellowed with frustration, reached out and grabbed Colin's camera. He then proceeded to stomp it to bits. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, swung onto his broom and took off as fast as he could for Quidditch practice.
Colin fell to his knees and sobbed over his former camera.