"And his Riddikulus - Snape in the dress and that hat," Justin finished with a smile. "That got me through many a Potions class."
His eyes glanced back to the long list of names, and his eyes refixed themselves to the one he'd been tracing earlier. "Did I ever tell you about me and Colin?" He bit his bottom lip, remembering the boy that had been his friend and more, and his feelings upon finding out after the war was over that the younger boy had not only gone back to fight, but hadn't made it.
"We were in sixth year, he was in fifth, and I'd caught him watching some of the quidditch blokes coming out of the locker rooms. He nearly panicked, was worried I'd hit him for finding out, but I didn't of course. We talked, and..." He smiled sadly. "He was definitely talented with more than a camera."