You shall be famous one day!

"Of course you were up to no good." Oliver chucked shaking her head at her. He cocked his head to the side as she asked of a place he hasn't remembered hearing about. "No I do not believe I have ever heard of a Hogsmeede." He smiled as she covered his lense and then she held out her camera. "Of course you may. There's only one other person I've ever handed my camera over to." He stated releasing it into her hands. This was one of his most prized possessions and he wouldn't live long with out a camera. He watched her to see what she would do trying to remember exactly how they had met. He wanted to remember the detailes but his brain had seemed to have discarded then in the past few years.

Audrey surrendered a laugh. Always up to no good it seems. she thought, laughing to herself. "Oh, Oliver! That will never do. You have to visit Hogsmeade. Maybe if you're not to busy for little ole me, I'll show you around." she teased. Audrey loved Hogsmeade. It was the closest place she could go with no teachers and a reasonable amount of activity going on, on the right days.

She smiled up at him and took the camera gently. "Well, don't I feel special. I won't abuse the honor." she said with a playful smile. She angled the camera at Oliver and snapped a few pictures, and then took two of the two of them together and handed it back. Audrey's lips formed into a playful smirk. "Now, I expect the pictures of us to be treasured. If you run off to Russia I don't want you forgetting about me again." she finished, and teasingly laughed. When she looked back at him again, he was looking at her with a look that suggested he was very much in thought. Audrey felt a rare blush creep onto her cheeks, and it flared up even more at her embarrassment. "What is it?" she asked curiously, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Nope, I'm not busy at all, like ever," Oliver said looking up and trying to remember his schedule, and he didn't have anything that he could remember besides the fact that he should have been in class at some point most days. He had a a goofy smile on his face as she took the pictures. and noted that he would be sure develop the pictures sometime when he was on brake, he would have to buy frames for them to. "I'll be sure to develop them and frame them. Maybe they will sit on my desk at home." he said. He didn't have many pictures floating around his room or in his life like this one.

Audrey smiled, "Then it'll happen. Maybe this weekend. It's a must." she commented hopefully. Audrey always searched for a reason to go to Hogsmeade. She nodded and smiled, "I want a copy, these should be fantastic." she added, smiling. "So what were you thinking about? You were staring at me the whole time I had your camera." she asked, with a teasing laugh. She studied his features, noting the few he shared with his partial siblings, and the many he'd developed in the few years she'd been away, but continued to look curiously.

"Sure this weekend," Oliver said smiling at Audrey. "Maybe we could catch up more, and you could tell me whats going on in your life." He chuckled as she commented on the photos they had taken. "I"ll be sure that you do get some." She questioned why he had been looking at her. "Sorry, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you have gotten since the last time i had seen you." it was meant to be a complement but he wasn't sure how she would take it from him. "What about you?" he asked rising his eye brow at the girl he had once known. She seemed like the same but there had to be a way she had changed a little bit or something.

Audrey smiled sheepishly and a small blush heated her wcheeks, which was practically unheard of for her. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear in embarrassmeny. "Well thank you." She said, laughing. "Well, last time I saw you, you were my height and we were just kids. Now you're-" she paused and gestured to him, "that." She finished, laughing and hoping he knew that it was a compliment. It was curious, how they had changed. Audrey belived she'd changed a lot in the past few years. But besides looks, Oliver was a more mature version of the boy she'd spent a summer with. Everything was differnt, but somehow the same. It was an odd contradiction.