Apothecary's~Bane

Hogwart's Greatest, a Still Life in Sepia Collin Creevey ran hot foot down the halls, intent on his task. He needed a photograph of epic proportions for that Merlin-awful rag known as the Hogwarts newspaper, and he would stop at nothing to get it. Barreling down the halls as fast as he could go, breaking about twenty four School Rules in the process, he finally reached his destination: the History of Magic classroom.
Class was in session, but then again we all know that even the return of the Dark Lord would not make Bins depart from his abominably boring scripted lectures. The ghost didn’t even bat a transparent eyelash when the insufferable Gryffindor burst into the room.
There she was, the object of his mad dash: Hermione Jane Granger.
Now, normally, Miss. Granger would not be a fit subject for any photograph, lest she was in a pitch black cellar during a lunar eclipse and the photographer forgot to take off the lens cover.
However, on this particular day, Mr. Creevey had been sent to photograph “Hogwart’s Greatest at Leisure.” Whether his editor Ms. Brown meant he should photograph those greatest adapted to the art of leisure, or those who were the greatest at a rare moment of leisure is not clear, however Creevey chose to interpret the cryptic assignment as the latter.
Miss. Granger was asleep. In fact, the entire class was asleep, which shows that Flitwick is neglecting to teach them Wakefulness charms, as usual, in spite of the fact that this is first year material, and any gibbon could teach it.
Quickly, Mr. Creevey took not only a photograph of Ms. Granger herself, but also one of Mr. Potter, and of course, Mr. Weasley.
Smiling to himself, Creevey left the room, and dashed down to the unofficial Dark Room he had set up in an old unused classroom in the South Tower. Why Dumbledore doesn’t expand into that tower, of course, is a complete mystery. It would decrease much of the unnecessary after-hour traffic at the Astronomy Tower at any rate.
Working with a quick precision that has always been lacking in his schoolwork of any kind, Creevey began to develop his photographs. This was made easier by the fact that all his subjects were fast asleep, and therefore not capable of putting up a fuss. Also, there was no chance of that unfortunate effect of red eyes which so mimics Demonic Possesion. Not that he’d know what a demon was anyway, being Muggle-Born, and showing no interest in that sort of thing.
As soon as the photographs had been developed, he dashed to the unofficial Editorial Office. “Got them,” he gasped, dropping the photographs on Ms. Brown’s desk.
“Thanks,” she said, quickly casting a charm to splice them into the article she was writing. “You’ve saved the Hogwarts News once again!”
Unfortunately, Ms. Brown does not display the aptitude she does in charms in any of her other subjects, excepting perhaps Divination, which is simply gazing into fog.
Also most unfortunate was the fact that both students had been shamefully skipping their Care of Magical Creatures Class in order to get the article finished and printed in time. They were given a weeks detention each, and were set to reordering the shamefully chaotic card catalogue system of Madam Pince.
Even a broken watch manages to be right twice a day. Why can't you do the same and spare us all the trouble?