Quack, Quack
by Rob Morris
CONNECTICUT, USA, 1991
Gilderoy Lockhart, famous for being famous and even more famous in his (and his mother's) mind had never felt so proud, and rarely had less reason for being so.
"So this certifies me?"
There were many, and there would be more, who would say he was already quite certified.
"Yes, my good lad. Under my professional medical tutelage, you are indeed ready to aid the injured, just as surely as if you were myself!"
Lockhart beamed at the one magical associate he wouldn't dream of obliviating.
"I can only hope of being like you. Thank You so much, Doctor Bombay!"
