Bozo had waken up early that morning, barely sleeping the night before. If it wasn't obvious to those around him, he was still fuming from the situation that unfolded at the charity event. Normally, actions of the sort didn't bother him, but there was just something that he didn't care for in the other man around Miss Rita. One would think that working twelve years with an individual would help in seeing each other's point of view and taking it to heart. However, that wasn't something that he wanted to think about on his day off, or what he assumed to be of the sort. Bozo was normally on call for whenever he was needed to take pictures for Rita, but she can easily get a hold of him whenever she desired. It probably helped that he would drop everything that he was doing to make sure that her needs were set.
Grabbing a hold of the nearest camera on the counter top, Bozo had set out at quite an early hour after dressing in something casual that included a jacket to go with it. He wasn't a man that always dressed to impress, unless the occasion called for it. It was a day that was set to be a relaxing one, hoping that was indeed the case.
He had apparated to a safe location near the park that he had in mind to spend the remainder of the day snapping a few pictures of anything that he had found interesting. With a glance around the corners, Bozo had set off towards the small lake with a slow stride. There was no reason to rush to meet a deadline, or having someone give him orders on that particular day. Not that he minded Miss Rita giving him orders. It was something that he actually enjoyed. Once Bozo was near the area he had on mind, he had noticed a few birds off in the distance, snapping pictures absentmindedly in his own world.
There were many ways that people gained confidence, and for Bozo, it was behind a camera. He was a different man when it came to that sort of work, which he had taken very seriously, even on his day off. Of course, there was a point that probably did engulf himself behind the lens a little too much. Enough to not notice that a blonde female had appeared next to him. "Hrm?" he asked once a few awkward seconds had passed by until he gained knowledge of the presence in his vicinity. "Oh, y-yeah. It's a very nice day, even for a jog." So, he wasn't that good for small talk, especially with someone that was unfamiliar to him. Only she was actually somewhat the opposite.
"Fleur Delacour," he responded within another few minutes with a low voice, almost as though it was a small revelation just as he lowered his camera slightly. Bozo had remembered her from the Triwizard Tournament, taking a few pictures of the champions in their tent. He had forgotten how pretty she was though.