Memoirs of Gilderoy Lockhart
By Gilderoy Lockhart
Chapter three-Gilderoy Lockhart-Midas Man
After Dumbledore showed me my room, I started unpacking, and as you can imagine, that took the best part of the three days. Before I knew it, I was watching the students file into the great (rather drafty, actually) hall. I noticed the same girl I had spotted a while ago at my appearance at the bookstore, flourish and blotts, in Diagon Alley to commemorate the release of Magical Me. She is actually rather youngish, I suppose, and her hair needed a few potions, but she did have potential. I smile even now when I think of her name:Hermione Granger. It was obvious to me that she was fixated with me. I could see it in her eyes(which I would just like to point out, although are not blue and exquisite like mine, are brown and pretty enough).
When I sat down, the only seat left was next to a man I had never met before which, upon my first ever-so-perceptive glance, revealed to me as being a cold, chilling kind of chap. I immediately introduced myself. "I'm Gilderoy Lockhart, order of Merlin, third class, honorary member of the dark force protection league and five times winner of the witch weekly's most charming smile award"
"Severus Snape,"Was all he said. I made another brave stab at conversation, mainly listing my achievements and quoting my books at every possible interval to keep the conversation interesting. Snape, however, silenced me with a death glare, and I hesitated, and turned to face the man beside me.
"Rather chilly chap, isn't he?" The man I had spoken to was the largest I had ever seen. Not a good look, and his hair is just unspeakable, really. Not that he is a bad man, but he just couldn't compare with me and my witty comments and barely managed to grunt his replies.
"Rebeus Hagrid, pleased to met 'yer, you'll be Gilderoy Lockhar' won' yer?"
"Charmed to meet you, my dear man," I was too side tracked for chit-chat, even though my comments were both thrilling and intellectual. My thoughts were entirely on the girl with the bewitching smile, who was without a doubt, the most divine creature I had ever met.(apart from myself, I know)My fork kept missing my plate as we gaped at eachother.Pure chemistry was flung between her and me. I just hoped she would be one of my students. But now, I had to know her name.
"Who is that girl, Rebeus?"I asked, pointing discreetly to Hermione.
"Why, that's Hermione Granger. My very favourite student. I mean-one of them, anyway, aye, matey?"
I would just like to mention that anyone that calls me "matey" will be forever more disdained in my books. Thus was the case with that Hagrid oaf. I was willing to give him every chance, but he just crossed the line. First using such a derogatory term about me, then killing students and setting giant snakes loose, the man is just no good. Anyhow, I finally had a name to put to that wondrous vision.
"How old is she, Rebeus?Fith year?"
He laughed. "Mentally and academically, yes. But now, she is just a second year,"
I was agape. I believe there were laws against this kind of thing! But love is love, and when it comes down to it, age is of no matter. I loved that girl, and no force of heaven nor hell would impede me. I knew she would requite me, one look at her fawning over me proved that. She was in Gryffindor, my house, had I been at Hogwarts for any prolonged period of time.
I will take this time now to include a poem I wrote for her as soon as I got back to my chamber that fateful evening.
Never had I seen such beauty but in my mirror Looking at you was a wonder I had never prepared for You jolted my insides, crept into my mind I was so shocked, I was in awe Of your physical beauty, your mind and pleasant wit Your beautiful eyes, your hair a little bit, Let me into your arms, open your heart Hermione Granger, learn to love Gilderoy Lockhart.
Yes, awfully good, isn't it? I liked the way I rhymed heart with hart best, I think. Hermione Granger had taken over my mind and I lacked the foresight to see how disastrous it would turn out to be.
By Gilderoy Lockhart
Chapter three-Gilderoy Lockhart-Midas Man
After Dumbledore showed me my room, I started unpacking, and as you can imagine, that took the best part of the three days. Before I knew it, I was watching the students file into the great (rather drafty, actually) hall. I noticed the same girl I had spotted a while ago at my appearance at the bookstore, flourish and blotts, in Diagon Alley to commemorate the release of Magical Me. She is actually rather youngish, I suppose, and her hair needed a few potions, but she did have potential. I smile even now when I think of her name:Hermione Granger. It was obvious to me that she was fixated with me. I could see it in her eyes(which I would just like to point out, although are not blue and exquisite like mine, are brown and pretty enough).
When I sat down, the only seat left was next to a man I had never met before which, upon my first ever-so-perceptive glance, revealed to me as being a cold, chilling kind of chap. I immediately introduced myself. "I'm Gilderoy Lockhart, order of Merlin, third class, honorary member of the dark force protection league and five times winner of the witch weekly's most charming smile award"
"Severus Snape,"Was all he said. I made another brave stab at conversation, mainly listing my achievements and quoting my books at every possible interval to keep the conversation interesting. Snape, however, silenced me with a death glare, and I hesitated, and turned to face the man beside me.
"Rather chilly chap, isn't he?" The man I had spoken to was the largest I had ever seen. Not a good look, and his hair is just unspeakable, really. Not that he is a bad man, but he just couldn't compare with me and my witty comments and barely managed to grunt his replies.
"Rebeus Hagrid, pleased to met 'yer, you'll be Gilderoy Lockhar' won' yer?"
"Charmed to meet you, my dear man," I was too side tracked for chit-chat, even though my comments were both thrilling and intellectual. My thoughts were entirely on the girl with the bewitching smile, who was without a doubt, the most divine creature I had ever met.(apart from myself, I know)My fork kept missing my plate as we gaped at eachother.Pure chemistry was flung between her and me. I just hoped she would be one of my students. But now, I had to know her name.
"Who is that girl, Rebeus?"I asked, pointing discreetly to Hermione.
"Why, that's Hermione Granger. My very favourite student. I mean-one of them, anyway, aye, matey?"
I would just like to mention that anyone that calls me "matey" will be forever more disdained in my books. Thus was the case with that Hagrid oaf. I was willing to give him every chance, but he just crossed the line. First using such a derogatory term about me, then killing students and setting giant snakes loose, the man is just no good. Anyhow, I finally had a name to put to that wondrous vision.
"How old is she, Rebeus?Fith year?"
He laughed. "Mentally and academically, yes. But now, she is just a second year,"
I was agape. I believe there were laws against this kind of thing! But love is love, and when it comes down to it, age is of no matter. I loved that girl, and no force of heaven nor hell would impede me. I knew she would requite me, one look at her fawning over me proved that. She was in Gryffindor, my house, had I been at Hogwarts for any prolonged period of time.
I will take this time now to include a poem I wrote for her as soon as I got back to my chamber that fateful evening.
Never had I seen such beauty but in my mirror Looking at you was a wonder I had never prepared for You jolted my insides, crept into my mind I was so shocked, I was in awe Of your physical beauty, your mind and pleasant wit Your beautiful eyes, your hair a little bit, Let me into your arms, open your heart Hermione Granger, learn to love Gilderoy Lockhart.
Yes, awfully good, isn't it? I liked the way I rhymed heart with hart best, I think. Hermione Granger had taken over my mind and I lacked the foresight to see how disastrous it would turn out to be.