I was taking a photography class at Hogwarts and Snape was our teacher. I think Ron and Harry might also have been in our class but I never did see them. Our assignment at the time was to get ten outstanding photographs of animals in their natural habitat and he told us we had to roll up our pant-legs and go wading in a swamp full of alligators and poisonous snakes if we hoped to get any good ones. He meant this literally. This was our assignment. (Oh, Snape! )
So I actually did it; I took off my shoes and wandered into the bog, dodging snakes and snapping away. I took so long about it that I missed the start of critique and I sort of ran into Snape with some of my classmates on a bridge while I was headed back to the castle. He was reviewing their photos (and grading ruthlessly, as he does). He saw me and said, "What are you doing? You knew we had critique."
I answered, "Yeah, I know. I'm not ready. I want to say I have ten good ones but it was dark in the swamp and I think I had my aperture set all wrong. I know this is going to affect my grade. Is there any way I can make it up? Maybe get some extra credit?"
He said, "I think there is."
So we cut class then and there, went to a bar, got a little shitfaced, and took these incredibly goofy staged photos of the two of us having weirdly overacted conversations. We were supposed to be criminals in a speakeasy engaged in dirty dealings involving money and liquor. I'm pretty sure one of us was wearing pinstripes. Maybe both of us. ( I have a very strong suspicion we never showed these photos to anyone afterward. )
It was good. Good times.
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