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During McGonagall's class, the friends learn how to make beetles into buttons. By the end of class Hermione, Willow and Draco successfully transformed their beetles, Blaise and Theo's still having a slight beetle pattern. While Harry and Ron failed miserably, Ron managing to squash his beetle. Willow gives them both reassuring smiles "You'll get eventually, come on, let's go eat." she tells them, leading the to the Great Hall. "Not with this stupid useless thing." Ron mutters, glaring at his sellotaped wand. "Write home for another one." Harry suggests as the wand lets off a volley of bangs like a firecracker. "Oh, yeah, and get another Howler back. It's your own fault your wand got snapped—" Ron mimics, shoving his wand in his bag. "What've we got this afternoon?" Harry asks, trying to change the subject as they sit down. "Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione responds at once. "Why have you outlined all Lockhart's lessons in little hearts?" Ron asks, snatching Hermione's schedule. Hermione blushes furiously, snatching her timetable back as Willow gives Ron a slight glare.
After lunch, they head to the courtyard. Hermione sits down on a stone step, burying her nose in Voyages with Vampires. Willow rolls her eyes slightly at her friend as she sits next to her, talking to Blaise about the Christmas Ball this year. Draco, Theo, Harry and Ron stand talking about Quidditch, Willow looking over to see a small, mousy haired boy staring at Harry as though transfixed while holding an ordinary Muggle camera. Willow gently kicks Harry's leg, motioning to the boy who goes bright red when Harry looks at him "All right, Harry? I'm—I'm Colin Creevey. I'm in Gryffindor, too. D'you think—would it be all right if—can I have a picture?" he asks, raising the camera hopefully. "A picture?" Harry repeats in confusion. "So I can prove I've met you, I know all about you. Everyone's told me. About how you survived when You-Know-Who tried to kill you and how he disappeared and everything and how you've still got a lightning scar on your forehead, and a boy in my dormitory said if I develop the film in the right potion, the pictures'll move. It's amazing here, isn't it? I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hogwarts. My dad's a milkman, he couldn't believe it either. So I'm taking loads of pictures to send home to him. And it'd be really good if I had one of you, maybe your friend could take it and I could stand next to you? And then, could you sign it?" Colin rambles.
"Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter?" Snyder sneers, walking over with Crabbe and Goyle. Willow glares and stands up, seeing where this is going "Everyone line up! Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!" Snyder calls out. "No, I'm not. Shut up, Snyder." Harry glares, clenching his fists. "You're just jealous." Colin pipes up. "Jealous? Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself." Snyder retorts, Crabbe and Goyle sniggering stupidly. "Eat slugs, Malfoy." Ron glares. Crabbe stopped laughing and started rubbing his knuckles in a menacing way. "Be careful, Weasley. You don't want to start any trouble or your Mommy'll have to come and take you away from school. If you put another toe out of line—"Snyder mimicked, a group of Slytherin fifth years nearby laughing loudly. "Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter. It'd be worth more than his family's whole house—" Snyder smirks. Ron whips out his Spellotaped wand, but Hermione shuts Voyages with Vampires with a snap "Look out!" she whispers as Willow pushes Ron's hand down, seeing Lockhart walking towards them.
"What's all this, what's all this? Who's giving out signed photos?" Lockhart asks. Harry starts to speak but is cut short as Lockhart flings an arm around his shoulders "Shouldn't have asked! We meet again, Harry! Come on then, Mr. Creevey. A double portrait, can't do better than that, and we'll both sign it for you." he smiles. Colin fumbles for his camera, taking the picture as the bell rings "Off you go, move along there." Lockhart tells everyone, beginning to lead Harry into the castle. Willow motions for her friends to be quiet so she can listen in to what Lockhart is telling Harry "A word to the wise, Harry. I covered up for you back there with young Creevey—if he was photographing me, too, your schoolmates won't think you're setting yourself up so much... Let me just say that handing out signed pictures at this stage of your career isn't sensible—looks a tad bigheaded, Harry, to be frank. There may well come a time when, like me, you'll need to keep a stack handy wherever you go, but I don't think you're quite there yet." Lockhart tells him. Rolling her eyes, Willow quickly tells the others what he said before they follow Harry into the classroom "Pompous big head." she mutters, glaring at the blonde teacher as she sits at the back of the class with her friends.
