The first thing that Gilderoy Lockhart does when he wakes up is pick up the mirror that sits on his his bedside table. It's a beautiful mirror, a golden handle that wraps around the mirror itself in an intricate pattern that resembles the lion of his house. It is Gilderoy's most prized possession.
He looks into it. His sunshine hair is sticking in different directions from sleep. The only thing that is going to tame that is a shower and plenty of product. But he is still beautiful. He grins at the mirror.
"If only you can speak," he sighs to the mirror. "I wonder what things you would tell me." He pauses. "Maybe I'll work on a spell for you to speak. How would you like that?"
The mirror doesn't say anything back; not that Gilderoy is really expecting it to. He runs his fingers down the side of the mirror. "You are so beautiful. And one day, you will be able to tell me the same. I promise."
After a moment, he places the mirror back down and heads towards the shower to tame his bedhead. He will make his mirror speak, because it has been the most honest thing in his life. And it always has been.