"Yes, that I grant you," Malfoy said. "He's vastly improved—"
The artistry of Colin's wrist as it turned, just so, upon the dial caught Harry's attention; everything faded. What adjustment is he making?
He had to wonder; he knew precious little of still photography.
Harry pushed Malfoy away and broke into a run. "Colin wasn't a 'that'!"
By the time he reached the cold spot where his friend had fallen, there was only a bloody mess of film upon the ground.
"Better than entrails, I suppose."
Harry drew his wand and hissed, "It should have been you, Malfoy."