Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: This is Gilderoy Lockhart's extremely self-centered happiest moment.
I've had this idea for a few weeks now, and I am finally getting a chance to do some writing.
I run out to get the mail, because the Witch Weekly came today. This was the issue in which they named the wizard with the best smile. I really, really, really hope I win.
I have held the title two years in a row, and if I win it this year, that would make it three years in a row.
I sit down on my very comfortable, expensive, exotic couch, and brace myself. This is so exciting, and I can't contain myself. I rip open the magazine, and hurry to find the right page.
Staring up at me is my beautiful face, brandishing a huge, glistening smile.
"YES!" I shout.
I do my happy dance, and then begin planning my celebratory party.
I am so very happy. My life could not get better than this…unless I win next year, as well.
A/N: Ugh the self-centered git. This story would be longer, but it's so shallow and idiotic that I just can't work with it any longer.