Sarah couldn't help but smile wider; talking about photography always made her really enthusiastic. "I picked it up as a hobby when I was little. My Dad taught me, and I just sort of...ran with it." She took a long sip of tea. "Believe me, both baking and photography are a lot more relaxing than potions. I mean," she paused to take a bite, "don't get me wrong...I loved doing that, but I don't miss how tension-filled it could be. One ingredient wrong and...well, disaster."
"Ah, Spain," Sarah couldn't help smiling dreamily. Spain always reminded her of Rafael, the earnest and sweet Muggle graduate student she'd met there and spent a very enjoyable few weeks with. "Yes, it can be. And the, um, architecture is gorgeous."
She nodded. "I've seen a few people...bumped into Michael Corner while I was working and saw Terry and his son - which still sounds strange to say, by the way - in the park last Friday. But other than that, I haven't seen very many people. Gossip is always good!"