model material | h.s.

"You take really good pictures." I hear a familiar British voice speak behind me, startling me a bit. I turn to face Harry, leaning on his side in the doorway of my office, with a smirk on his face.

"Thank you."

"If I may ask, why are you the one taking the pictures here?" He says, raising a brow. I laugh, not really sure how to respond.

"I don't know. I guess they couldn't find anyone better." I shrug.

"I just believe that you should be the one they get pictures of, not the one taking them." He speaks.

"Why is that?"

"Because you, yourself, are model material."