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John had been slightly amused by the whole situation that occurred during breakfast, but he decided to just play calm. Clara kept trying to get him to eat more, but he just wasn't hungry.

They had DADA again today, and John wasn't really looking forward to it. Lockhart was really stupid, a trait John did not admire. They would also have history today too. John didn't mind that class, there just wasn't enough going on. He figured he would just do his potions homework during that time.

John waited outside DADA class. Clara came bounding up to him, chattering away with Ginny. They seem to be close friends, John realized.

Clara flashed a smile. "I hope that class today isn't as full of drama as last time," she said.

Ginny smiled, "I wouldn't mind. Some older students had to write a test on him! I think because we're first years, he doesn't mind too much. Bet Ron will be in a real surprise later today."

John entered the class, and sat next to Clara, who sat beside Ginny.

Lockhart swooped in, today wearing lilac colored robes. He walked to the front if the class and grinned. His white teeth flashed, and John groaned. John crossed his arms.

"Today we will be reading a passage from one of my books," Lockhart smiled, "currently available at Flourish and Blotts," he added. "Page 34, please."

All the students reached in their satchels, but were confused since there were so many books by Lockhart.

Ginny raised her hand. "Sir, which book are we reading?"

Lockhart flashed another grin, "You mean out of the seven books written by yours truly?" He asked, "Please, read Break With A Banshee. Ok?"

Everybody rummaged through their bags, but John had a bit of trouble finding his book. He wasn't necessarily neat.

John found it, and for the remainder of the period, read about how fantastic Lockhart was.

History came next, though John didn't worry about that class. Professor Binns didn't seem to acknowledge the fact that nobody was paying attention to him, except maybe Clara. She kept nudging John in the arm, trying to get him to listen. John rolled his eyes.

The bell for lunch rang, and John couldn't be more pleases.

Lunch was fine, but John just had a banana and some custard.

"Where are the fishsticks?" He mumbled to himself.

After lunch, they would have herbology. The greenhouses were on the other side of the school. John walked with his two friends to class.

John heard someone yell, "Everyone queue up! Harry Potter is giving out signed photos!"

John noticed Ginny's eyes widen. John sighed, "It's just Malfoy, he's being a prat again." John said.

Ginny nodded, and a wave of students came walking in their direction, and they obviously seemed upset to not have received an autograph.

John kept walking, and saw a certain DADA teacher dragging Harry along to his class.

John rolled his eyes, and looked at Clara. She seemed a little confused by the situation, but she pulled him and Ginny along to herbology.

Later that night, after dinner and all, John was sitting in the common room, he was reading a third year's potion book and was finding it very easy. He was reaching for another book, when the Golden Trio barged in.

Ron was red-faced, and John could think why. Apparently, they had an unfortunate DADA class today.

The trio sat in the sofa beside John. They were bickering about whether or not Lockhart was a fraud.

"Dumbledore must of had a reason to hire him," Hermione reasoned.

"Yeah," rom yelled, "because the position is cursed! And nobody wants it!"

Hermione went silent. "And you John. What do you think of him?"

John was slightly taken aback, but he closed the charms books he had just begun to read. "I think he doesn't have a clue what he is talking about."

"Ha!" Ron cheered.

Hermione slumped, but kept a piercing look in her eyes. John excused himself, since he just end wanted to read in peace. John started to read on his bed, with the curtains closed, if course. He didn't feel tired one bit.

He didn't even seem to notice when a first year called out, "It's breakfast time!"