On the greens a distance away from the Whomping Willow, Vickers sat fumbling with his camera. There was a new attachment he wanted to try out today, given how he wanted to somehow include the famed tree in his photo but anything closer than where he sat would risk his equipment. Violence and technology—magical or otherwise—are not good bedfellows.

He peered through the view finder and was pleased with how well the attachment worked. He set it onto the tripod then brought out the telescope, once again making sure he was looking at the north star before tweaking the camera set up to capture the same area of the sky. Then he stood up and got the camera started with his wand, flicked the shield charm in place and made his way back to the castle.