A/N: I don't know what house he would have been in.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter Thirty-One- Lockhart, Gilderoy.
I could see that most of them had heard of him this time. As far as I knew he still did not know who he was. If only that were true for me, and the rest of the wizarding world. Then we could all be happier.
"Lockhart, Gilderoy."
I looked to the side of me. This was one of the type that I didn't like. The Narcissist type.
Okay. What do you want?
A nice house, lots of money, fame.
I meant what do you want right not stupid.
A nice house, lots of money, fame.
No, the right answer is- I want to be sorted.
I don't.
Then why are you here.
To get degrees to get a nice house, lots of money and fame.
You don't strike me as the learning type.
So?
How do you expect to get those degrees?
How do you think?
With looks. Right?
Look right at what?
Never mind. You can't get degrees based on looks.
Why not? You can get everything else.
Then use looks in other ways to get a nice fame, lots of house and money.
A nice house, lots of money and fame.
Whatever. As if you're good looking enough to get that anyway.
WHAT!
I said, you're not good looking?
How dare you! I bet you can't even find anything wrong with me.
Your, hair is too long.
I'll cut it.
Your skin is too spotty.
I'll get cream that cleans it up.
You're ears stick out.
I'll get see-through tape and stick them back.
Too fat.
I'll diet.
Too thin.
I'll eat more.
Too... Too...
See, you can't find anything wrong with me. There is nothing wrong with me.
Do you not know anything. You can't get everywhere with looks.
Can to.
You need something more than looks. You need to be considered as someone cool. Strong. Brave and all that malarkey.
Then I'll be that.
You couldn't be that.
Then I'll make people think I'm that. Now, sort me.
Why?
I said so. You will sort me or else.
I don't want to. I make the threats around here.
You said that I was ugly.
So?
You should pay...
"Gryffindor!" I yelled quickly, not prepared to hear him finish his thought.
My anger was boiling up now. How could some of them still look confused? Right. That was it. Time to bring out one that they will have no problem understanding.
Harry Potter.