Chapter four-Gilderoy Lockhart, Hogwarts Professor
I awoke early the next morning so I had time to ensure that every lock of my golden hair was in place for my first class, which was not, unfortuantly, Hemrion'e second year class, instead a fourth year class I had been pre-warned about-A class containing three pupils called Gred and Forge Weasel or something, and Lee Jordan. Wonder if he is related to Michael Jordan?I must remember to ask him.
Anyways, After making sure every strand was in place (which it was, of course), I entered the classroom and waited for the bell to ring. When it did, a large amount of young women (my pupils-hello!) filed eagerly into my class, than began fighting over the seats in the front.
"Ladies, ladies. You can all see me. You can all hear me. Trust me, there's enoguh of me to go around"I said, ushering a few into the second-front tables, and heaving as one of them dropped in a dead faint as I touched her arm.
It took ten miutes for the boys to file into my class, so I took ten points from Gryfindor of each of them.Hah!That wiped the smirk of their faces, in fact that smirk turned to grevious despair once they realized that none of them could hold a candle to myself.
"Today, fourth years, I shall show you some of you greatest fears in this very room. This creature, in this cupboard (which began thumping dramatically), is a Bogart (Cries of "no, I'm not a Bogart, I'm Neville Longbottom stuck in this cupboard" came out of the key hole) and let's see what you make of it!"
I opened the door, and sure enough, Neville Longbottom came tumbling out of it. "You locked me in there with Snape!"He accused shrilly.
"Alright, you, Weasel, come forward"I said, dragging a red-headed (no taste there!) boy forward to the cupboard door. "Now don't be alarmed-nothing can harm you while I am here,"
The Weasel boy strode forward, showing full signs of trust in me. He entered the cupboard, and a few minutes later, left, shaking.
"There was McGogonall naked in there!"He shrieked
"Ahh!"the rest of the class panicked, naturally, and ran out the door of the room, leaving me to deal with the boggart alone (dirty work!) The boggart was rocking the cupboard as I entered it. What form would the boggart take?I wondered.
Of course, I was not afraid of a mere Boggart. I was as bold as daring as a man possibly could be. I held the dor open-and out walked the crew of Witch Weekly magazine.
"How did you get in that cupboard?"I asked, thunderstruck. "Do you want a photo shoot or something?"
"We are sorry to inform you that you haven't one this years most-charming- smile award, Gilderoy,"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"It wasn't until I remembered there was no chance of this ver happening that I realised it was actually the boggart.
"Riddikulus!"I waved my wand, and nothing happened. "Damn wand,"I really needed to get another one.
I awoke early the next morning so I had time to ensure that every lock of my golden hair was in place for my first class, which was not, unfortuantly, Hemrion'e second year class, instead a fourth year class I had been pre-warned about-A class containing three pupils called Gred and Forge Weasel or something, and Lee Jordan. Wonder if he is related to Michael Jordan?I must remember to ask him.
Anyways, After making sure every strand was in place (which it was, of course), I entered the classroom and waited for the bell to ring. When it did, a large amount of young women (my pupils-hello!) filed eagerly into my class, than began fighting over the seats in the front.
"Ladies, ladies. You can all see me. You can all hear me. Trust me, there's enoguh of me to go around"I said, ushering a few into the second-front tables, and heaving as one of them dropped in a dead faint as I touched her arm.
It took ten miutes for the boys to file into my class, so I took ten points from Gryfindor of each of them.Hah!That wiped the smirk of their faces, in fact that smirk turned to grevious despair once they realized that none of them could hold a candle to myself.
"Today, fourth years, I shall show you some of you greatest fears in this very room. This creature, in this cupboard (which began thumping dramatically), is a Bogart (Cries of "no, I'm not a Bogart, I'm Neville Longbottom stuck in this cupboard" came out of the key hole) and let's see what you make of it!"
I opened the door, and sure enough, Neville Longbottom came tumbling out of it. "You locked me in there with Snape!"He accused shrilly.
"Alright, you, Weasel, come forward"I said, dragging a red-headed (no taste there!) boy forward to the cupboard door. "Now don't be alarmed-nothing can harm you while I am here,"
The Weasel boy strode forward, showing full signs of trust in me. He entered the cupboard, and a few minutes later, left, shaking.
"There was McGogonall naked in there!"He shrieked
"Ahh!"the rest of the class panicked, naturally, and ran out the door of the room, leaving me to deal with the boggart alone (dirty work!) The boggart was rocking the cupboard as I entered it. What form would the boggart take?I wondered.
Of course, I was not afraid of a mere Boggart. I was as bold as daring as a man possibly could be. I held the dor open-and out walked the crew of Witch Weekly magazine.
"How did you get in that cupboard?"I asked, thunderstruck. "Do you want a photo shoot or something?"
"We are sorry to inform you that you haven't one this years most-charming- smile award, Gilderoy,"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"It wasn't until I remembered there was no chance of this ver happening that I realised it was actually the boggart.
"Riddikulus!"I waved my wand, and nothing happened. "Damn wand,"I really needed to get another one.