hiya, harry. i'm colin creevey. i'm in gryffindor too.
they're for my dad -- the pictures. he's a milkman, you know, a muggle, like all our family's been until me. no one knew all the odd stuff i could do was magic till we got my letter from hogwarts. everyone just thought i was mental.
say, harry. d'you think your friend could take a photo of me and you standing together? ya' know, to prove i've met you? harry glances at ron. he looks positively homicidal. mercifully, just then, owls stream into the hall.
wow! can you hold him still, harry?!
that was brilliant today, harry! brilliant!