MC4A; Hogwarts
Fill 1
Representations: Gilderoy Lockhart; Preening
Bonus Challenges: Machismo (Caring for appearance); Second Verse (Odd Feathers)
Prompts: Lavender (auction); I Feel Pretty (insane); Fabric (365 Words)
Word count: 338
The suit was mainly made of lavender fabric with darker purple accents on the lining and vest. Gilderoy twisted around as he admired his figure in the mirror. It was suitably delightful, playful, and with just the right touch of seriousness to make him seem important and distinguished. Though—if the people he was around didn't respond to his charms regardless, they were strange indeed. He had made a point of learning how to charm every person he came in contact with—especially the females.
"You look dashing, dearie," the mirror commented.
Gilderoy chuckled. "I know."
He had chosen his outfit to look like perfection with that added touch of who he was. Lavender had been his mother's favourite colour and it had quickly become Gilderoy's as well. She had often played with his blond curls, designing them into various styles and using lavender ribbons whenever they were required.
She had also loved teaching him fashion as his three sisters tended to avoid it. He owed all his knowledge to her and he thanked her every day by always looking his best. Straightening the cloak, Gilderoy flashed the mirror his most charming smile.
"Well then, I mustn't keep the people waiting."
"You'll be fine, dearie. With such good looks, how could you not?"
Gilderoy smirked; that was why he had obtained the mirror. It was nice to hear the comforting and confirming words that the enchanted object gave him. He was known in the wizarding world as charming and confident. He was charming, yes, but confidence was changeable and it could always use a bit of a boost.
A wave of his wand and an incantation of a spell had his quills and rolls of parchment flying to his hands and he tucked them into an expanded pocket before sweeping out of the room. He had an appointment at the bookstore to organise the release of his latest book. An author's work was never done.
As the door closed behind him the mirror called out, "Good luck, dearie!"
