Draco looked at the man seated across the table from him. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”

Colin shrugged his shoulders, feigning nonchalance as he sipped his tea. “So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about, eh?”

“I need to know if you’re still a good of shot as you used to be. Could you capture a moment say thirty, maybe forty yards, away?”

The professional photographer stiffened his spine in offense. “Of course I can,” he snapped. “Why, what for?”

“It’s for Ginny’s Christmas present,” he said quietly. “I’ll owl you the details later.”