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BRIGHT YELLOW EYES GAZE AROUND THE NEW CLASSROOM.
it was, unfortunately, filled up with pictures and paintings of the same supposedly famous man you had met down in flourish and blotts.
there were a few rows of desks of two, you were, like usual, sat next to hermione.
at the front, there was one larger desk and a rather suspicious cage of sorts sitting on it, though you couldn't quite tell what it was, since it was covered with a maroon cloth. for all you know, it could be a glass dome, or a mini car. the possibilities were endless, but a small cage was probably the most normal option.
the classroom was cobbled, much like the rest of the hogwarts castle and at the very front of the room was a small spiral staircase leading up to another room ; your new teachers office.
there were curved arches all above you, connecting to the roof for a rather unique architectural structure, though most rooms in the castle had similar designs.
up the back was a bone structure, though you weren't quite sure of what animal. there was also one hanging from the roof, along with a simple chandelier.
you grimace slightly, this man seemed to love himself quite a lot, shown by the rows of table on each side of the classroom, each little gap being filled with a framed portrait of himself.
your gaze turns to your books, every single one was written by him and had him on the front cover.
you turn your books over, his face flat on the table, you couldn't bear to stare at his dumb face any longer.
and just as you do that, said man walks in in all of his glory.
he was dressed in some fancy golden robes and had a charming smirk on his face, you snarl slightly.
"let me introduce you to your new defence against the dark arts teacher." he leans on the railing
"me" he grins, rather proudly. you eye him in annoyance, this man's presence was getting on your nerves, even more than it had in diagon alley.
"gilderoy lockhart" he introduces, as if you didn't already know his name, which just happened to be plastered over 50% of the books you needed for the school year.
he walks down the stairs as fancily as possible, "order of merlin, third class.." he smirks.
"honorary member of the dark force defense league" - he sticks up a finger.
"..and five times winner" - he places his hand on the golden frame of the biggest picture in the room, out the very front. a painting of an identical him, painting another him, just with longer hair. it was one of those moving paintings, so it smiled down at him, smiling.
