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BRIGHT YELLOW AND BLUE EYES GAZE AROUND THE NEW CLASSROOM.
it was, unfortunately, filled up with pictures and paintings of the same supposedly famous man that was now a teacher at your school.
you personally had never heard of him before he now had to be plastered on nearly every one of your school books.
there were a few rows of desks of two, you were, like usual, (unfortunately) 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 demon. 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.
weirdo.
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.
it hurt your already bad eyes.
and just as you do that, said man walks in in all of his personally acclaimed 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.
"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.
really? bragging already?
"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.
the real him steps forward from the painting, "of witch weekly's most-charming-smile award" he smiles at all of you.
you glance around slightly, all the boys in the room were looking at him as if he were some lunatic, while the girls were drooling over him, even hermione. they were looking at him as if he was the dreamiest person alive, you rub your eyes tiredly, not ready to deal with this man's bullshit.
"but i don't talk about that" he chuckles under his breath and leans on his desk,
but you just did. to a classroom. of twelve year olds.
"i didn't get rid of the bandon banshee by smiling at him" he says, as if containing his own laughter, which failed slightly, he let out a rather ugly and unflattering giggle.
you scrunch your face up.
the girls continue to look at him dreamily while the rest of you just stare at him in confusion and disgust.
"now, be warned." he says a little louder, taking his wand out, also snapping the girls out of their trances.
"it is my job to arm you.." he walks cautiously around the maroon lump on his desk.
"..against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind." he flicks his wand towards the cage while still looking forwards, ir rattles.
everyone sits up slightly.
you just roll your eyes,
by the way this guy talks, it won't be anything interesting
"you may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room"
you frown.
"know only that no harm can befall you whilst i am here"
you raise an eyebrow,
sure. you tell yourself that...
the cage rattles more, he hovers his hand over it, "i must ask you not to scream"
you purse your lips.
"it might provoke them!" he shouts and rips the maroon cloth off what you guessed correctly to be a cage.
you slump back in your seat, it was a bunch of small, blue, fairies with big beady black eyes. they were rattling the cage and zooming around in the small, confined space.
seamus grins mockingly, "cornish pixies?"
"freshly caught cornish pixies" lockhart says oddly proudly, as if he caught them himself.
seamus laughs with the others chuckling, you just sigh in annoyance.
"laugh if you will, mr. finnegan.. but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters. let's see what you make of them" he brings his hand to the small latch holding them inside, and unbuckling it.
the pixies zoom free, immediately causing havoc.
you deadpan.
isn't this like illegal?
everyone gets up in attempt to avoid the small pixies, they were flying around, ripping pages from books, pulling at peoples hair.
unsurprisingly, none of them came for you as you sat in your chair, glaring meanly at any who flew too close.
neville got caught by the ears and pulled up, with the pixies stringing him over the chandelier on the top of the room.
harry hits a pixie that was pulling at hermione's hair with a thick book.
you groan as lockhart was aimlessly waving his wand around.
"peskipiksi pesternomi!" he says with a smile, but one of the pixies got hold of his wand, flying away with it and using it to strike down the large hanging bone structure from the ceiling, it hits the ground with a loud sound, the bones clattering everywhere.
lockhart runs up the stairs, pulling back one of the pictures a pixie had grabbed.
you roll your eyes, shrugging your shoulders and quickly making your escape from the destroyed classroom, leaving hermione, ron and harry to gather up the pixies.
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date posted; 26/03/23
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