Who: Colin Creevey and Bellatrix Lestrange What: Photography Where: The park When: Sunday, 7pm
The last day or so had been frustrating for Colin. He didn’t think he had done or said anything out of line, and yet a fair few people seemed upset with him. He’d been trying to put it out of his mind, if people had already decided that he was this horrible inconsiderate person, he was pretty sure there wasn’t anything that he could do about it. Instead, he’s spent time with Draco and Ernie and tried to put the whole thing behind him.
He had something more important to deal with, he had a meeting with Bellatrix Lestrange. Sure, he didn’t think anything was going to happen, but he was still a little on edge. He threw his photo album, the extra camera that he was going to give to Bellatrix, and a few rolls of film into his satchel, with his regular camera hanging around his neck.
He’d gotten to the park a little earlier than 7pm, which was the time she wanted to meet. And in the time he’d wandered a bit, before sitting on the bench. He didn’t really know what a teenage Bellatrix would look like, but he didn’t think it would be too hard to notice her, there weren’t so many people wandering around the park this evenning.