House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 1005
Category: Standard
Prompt(s): [Colour] Gold
Additional: Feature a member from your house
Year: Head
Gold was a color that he absolutely despised. There was no doubt about it in his mind, the color was, in his opinion, a menace. Gold was a color dedicated to the house of the brave, to those loud, obnoxious, overly dramatic Gryffindors. The people who had made his time at Hogwarts almost hell. And so he presumed his hatred of the color stemmed from the people who had been associated with it his whole life. Another thing he was fairly sure of, was that no one else had a bigger hatred for the color than he did. Well, other than Severus Snape, who loathed the color to no end, and for similar reasons.
Let's just say Gilderoy Lockhart was not a fan of the color gold. Which is why he was questioning his decision to take up the Defense Against the Dark Arts post that year; it was foolish, now that he thought about it. He had to teach those in golden uniforms and outfits for hours on end each day, and despite their outfits having red too, the gold was the only thing he could focus on. Much of his time was spent trying to hide his immense dislike of the wretched color. His strategy had been to try and ignore the students who bore the color, and instead focus on the other students, who were dressed in colors like green, or blue. This tactic had one problem, as he'd been trying to get close to Harry Potter, which was immensely difficult, as the boy's outfit bore the color that Gilderoy despised so much.
Gilderoy loathed the color so much that he made sure none of his clothing had even the tiniest hint of the color. He felt a student had caught on, as a pair of them had sent him an entire golden outfit once, mentioning how they were big fans of his in the letter that had come with the clothing. He wore the outfit, less than happily, because it would not do well to disappoint his fans. He felt like he'd worn more gold in the castle then he'd ever worn before in his life.
The news of a monster in the castle, and a girl being taken was horrifying; the crimson blood dripping down the walls proved to be an absolutely terrifying sight. The terror got his mind off of the gold that was all around him for a short while, though not for quite as long as he'd hoped. He ran to pack his bags as soon as he was told he'd have to go after the monster himself, relief washing briefly over him as he thought he'd be out of danger and away from gold for good now. Running away was something he knew how to do better than anyone. Yet, gold showed up again, in the form of Harry Potter and his redheaded friend, who's name Gilderoy couldn't bother remembering.
They forced him to go with them down into the Chamber of Secrets, taking away his wand and leaving him scared and annoyed with the two children. The two talked among themselves, about him almost as if Gilderoy wasn't even there and that's when he decided to do what he'd done to all the great wizards he'd faced before. Obliviate them. He'd acted quickly and snatched the wand from the redhead, ignoring the tape and the warning bells ringing in his head. The signs that seemed to scream something isn't right, this won't work, Danger! He let them drift to the back of his mind as he casted the spell. A smile on his face before it all went fuzzy.
When he came back to, he was more than confused. What had happened? Who was he, where was he? Who was this redheaded child dressed in odd robes? Who was this young boy shouting to, it couldn't possibly be the walls. Why were they in a dark area and when would they go into the light? The questions plagued his mind, and his heart warmed a little as the redheaded boy tried helping him. The boy kept getting an odd look on his face, however. When it happened his features scrunched up, or he rolled his eyes, it made him look odd and Gilderoy didn't know if the child knew that. These things only added to the confusion.
They were there for a while, though for how long Gilderoy couldn't tell. He couldn't tell much except that the redheaded boy had a bunch of freckles and cursed a lot. They were joined later by another boy, this one bearing glasses and holding a redheaded girl. They were probably who the first boy had been yelling to.
Things happened in a blur after that. Gilderoy, or at least that's what they said his name was, had been taken to an odd place. It was big, and every surface seemed to be covered in white, though there was the odd speck of red or blue lining the halls. He was put into a blue bed; a light blue pillow and dark blue covers were all he'd know for a good while. His was a bed that was towards the end of a row of beds that looked exactly the same as his. He admired whomever had designed this room, they had paid good attention to detail.
He got visitor after visitor, telling him about who he was and what he'd done. None of it brought back any of his memories, though, much to the dismay of the visitors. There were some who he enjoyed talking to, who he felt dressed very well. Others he decided he didn't like as much, though they talked the same way, their clothes were all sorts of horrid colors. It was so very confusing, why didn't anything make sense? And yet, if there was one thing he knew for certain, as he got visitor after visitor and looked at the clothes they were wearing.
It was that he absolutely despised the color gold.