"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."