𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃:
𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎
- PROFESSOR LOCKHART
"𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 on [y/n]! We don't wanna be late for D.A.D.A !" Hermione said while grabbing [y/n] wrist leading her towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Ron and Harry already knew why Hermione was in such a rush. It's because she's a fan of Lockhart, their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Though an idea popped inside of Ron's head.
"Hey...what if...[y/n], is also a fan of Lockhart?" Ron said to Harry with a frightened look.
"A lot of girls like him..." he continued. But then stopped in front of a huge door.
"Well, we'll soon find out" Harry said to Ron.
When they went inside both Hermione and [y/n] sat in front while the boys sat at the back. Hermione started talking to [y/n] about Lockhart while [y/n] simply nodded and smiled.
[y/n] didn't notice this but all the boys in the classroom were staring at her. But what she did notice was the boy who was sitting up front next to her. He wasn't facing her but instead was busy staring at his shoes.
His face was so red it could put the Weasley's hair into shame. He was trembling/shaking as well. [y/n] decided to introduce herself.
"Hello there, I'm [y/n], [y/n] [l/n]" she said to the boy while offering her hand for him to shake.
"L-longbottom, Neville Longbottom" he stuttered while slowly reaching out for her hand. The reason Neville was so nervous was because he gets quite shy once he's around pretty girls. Especially very pretty girls like you.
Harry and Ron obviously noticed this but before they could say anything, a door flung open reveling a smiling Professor Lockhart.
He looked around his classroom smiling at the students and met eyes with [y/n]. He then smirked and gave her a wink. [y/n] however was unfazed by this and continued writing on her notebook. He then made Eye contact with Harry and smiled again.
"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, me" He said with a proud smirk. Both Harry, Ron, [y/n] and all the other boys gave confused looks while the rest of the girls had dreamy expressions on their faces.
"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award - but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!" He waited for them to laugh but received weak smiles from the students.
"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books - well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about - just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in..." He then handed everyone the test papers.
"You have thirty minutes. Start - now!" he instructed.
[y/n] looked down at the paper and read:
1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite colour?
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:
54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?
Half an hour later, Lockhart collected in the papers and rifled through them in front of the class.
"Tut, tut - hardly any of you remembered that my favourite colour is lilac. I say so in Year with a Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully - I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples - though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky!"
He gave them another roguish wink. Ron and [y/n] were now staring at Lockhart with an expression of disbelief on their faces; Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, who were sitting in front, were shaking with silent laughter. Hermione, on the other hand, was listening to Lockhart with rapt attention, and gave a start when he mentioned her name.
"but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions - good girl! In fact" - he flipped her paper over, "full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?" Hermione then raised her hand which was trembling.
"Excellent!" Beamed Lockhart. "Quite excellent! Take ten points for Gryffindor! And so, to business ..." He bent down behind his desk and lifted a large, covered cage onto it.
"Now - be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. All I ask is that you remain calm"
[y/n] was quite interested on what was inside the cage. She looked up from her notebook and was now staring at it. Harry moved his books to have a closer look. Dean and Seamus had stopped laughing now and Neville was cowering in his front-row seat.
"I must ask you not to scream" said Lockhart in a low voice. "It might provoke them!" As the whole class held its breath, Lockhart whipped off the cover.
"Yes" he said dramatically. "Freshly caught Cornish pixies."
Seamus Finnigan couldn't control himself. He let out a snort of laughter which even Lockhart couldn't mistake for a scream of terror.
"Yes?" he smiled at Seamus.
"Well, they're not - they're not very - dangerous, are they?" Seamus choked.
"Don't be so sure!" said Lockhart, waggling a finger annoyingly at Seamus. "Devilish tricky little blighters they can be!"
The pixies were electric blue and about eight inches high, with pointed faces and voices so shrill it was like listening to a lot of budgies arguing. The moment the cover had been removed, they had started jabbering and rocketing around, rattling the bars and pulling bizarre faces at the people nearest them.
"Right then" Lockhart said loudly. "Let's see what you make of them!" And he opened the cage.
It was chaos. The pixies shot in every direction like rockets. Two of them seized Neville by the ears and lifted him into the air. Several shot straight through the window, showering the back row with broken glass. The rest proceeded to wreck the classroom more effectively than a rampaging rhino. They grabbed ink bottles and sprayed the class with them, shredded books and papers, tore pictures from the walls, upended the waste bin, grabbed bags and books and threw them out of the smashed window; within minutes, half the class was sheltering under desks and Neville was swinging from the candelabra in the ceiling.
"Come on now, round them up, round them up, they're only pixies!" Lockhart shouted.
He rolled up his sleeves, brandished his wand and bellowed, "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!"
It had absolutely no effect; one of the pixies seized Lockhart's wand and threw it out of the window, too.
The bell rang and there was a mad rush towards the exit. In the relative calm that followed, Lockhart straightened up, caught sight of Harry, Ron Hermione and [y/n] who were almost at the door, and said,
"Well, I'll ask you four to just nip the rest of them back into their cage."He swept past them and shut the door quickly behind him.
"Can you believe him?!" roared Ron, as one of the remaining pixies bit him painfully on the ear.
"He just wants to give us some hands-on experience" said Hermione.
"Well I'm not really a fan of the way he teaches" [y/n] told the three. Hermione looked hurt while Ron and Harry were happy that she wasn't a fan of Lockhart.
"Sorry Hermione" [y/n] quickly said. Just then, one of the pixies decided to pull her hair.
"Ow! That's it! Immobulus!" [y/n] yelled making all the pixies freeze. She then started grabbing a few stuffing them back into their cage.
"Thanks [y/n]" said Neville who was still dangling from the candelabra.
"Merlin's Beard! Hold on Neville! I'll get you down!" She said to him with a panicked expression.
"Why is it always me?" he asked.
Harry and Ron were both muttering words [y/n] and Neville couldn't hear, but Hermione sure did and shook her head. Harry Decided to switch the topic back to Lockhart.
"Hands on?" said Harry, who was trying to grab a pixie dancing out of reach with its tongue out. "Hermione, he didn't have a clue on what he was doing."
"Rubbish" said Hermione. "You've read his books - look at all those amazing things he's done..."
"He says he's done" Ron muttered.