Unfortunately, Rose didn't have her Second Year of the Dark Arts class until last period. She had already attempted to use the Time Turner and had nearly made a disastrous mistake by turning it back one more dial back to yesterday- a day she surely did not want to relive. Needless to say, by the time it reached last period Rose Potter was feeling very flustered. Her mind being too wrapped up in the earlier events of the day, she didn't even think that much about being the only third year in the class until she had the misfortune of running into Malfoy.
"Well, if it isn't Potter- who?" Draco cracked up at his own insult.
Rose rolled her eyes outside the door and entered the class- she decided she may as well save her breath because she was sure she'd been in for far worse insults through-out class. She was pleased to find that Harry had saved an open seat for her and she went to join him. Ron and Hermione were sitting right behind them.
"Alright," Rose said to Harry, "I'm intrigued by this Lockhart fellow."
"Don't be," Ron chimed in drearily from behind Rose.
"Honestly, he's worse than Quirrell in some ways." Harry said in a hushed tone. Rose raised her eyebrow at Harry's remark.
"I think considering you know that Quirrell tried to kill you last year I don't think Lockhart can be quite that bad." Rose tried to rationalize with Ron and Harry.
"Don't listen to them," Hermione whispered, "He's so dreamy…" Harry and Ron both rolled their eyes.
Just then the classroom door bursted open, and Professor Lockhart came sweeping into the room with his silken robes flowing behind him and his golden flaxen hair bounced perfectly. Rose found herself turning ever so slightly red.
"Welcome, welcome, everybody!" He glided towards the front of the classroom and stopped when he noticed Rose sitting next to Harry. She felt her face turn an extra shade of red.
"I'd like to introduce Rosemary Potter to our class," Professor Lockhart said, "I expect us all to welcome our Third Year friend warmly in this class, I hear she is making great progress on her studies."
Malfoy sneered at the back of the room, and Rose felt her stomach churn. She wished the Professor wouldn't focus so much on her academic struggles so openly. Rose watched in disbelief as Lockhart became momentarily distracted by his own reflection in the mirror before he seemed to remember what he wanted to say-
"I have an idea, to demonstrate and be a role model for the Second Years, Rose, I'd like you to come up to the front of the classroom…" He gestured for Rose to come up the front of the room. Rose shook her head politely.
"Oh no, Professor," She explained, "I much prefer to learn through observation rather than demonstration," She insisted.
Professor Lockhart grimaced- as if he would be too embarrassed to be rejected by a student.
"Squib," Malfoy muttered in the back of the room. Harry turned around and glared at Draco.
"You know," Professor Lockhart continued and pulled on his jacket, "I can award 50 points to Hufflepuff if this spell is done correctly."
Rose pursed her lips and looked down at her desk. She knew Hufflepuff needed points at the moment and if this declination circulated back around to her friends they could be very annoyed with Rose. She slowly stood up to go to the front of the room and Professor Lockhart clapped in support of Rose's pressured bravery. Rose was starting to grow a strong disliking for Professor Lockhart.
"Now, are you aware of any Second Year hexes, ?" Professor Lockhart asked and extended his arm dramatically as he waited for a response.
"No." Rose answered bluntly, "This is literally my first Dark Arts class of the year for Second Year material."
Ron, Hermione, and Harry tried to hold in a laugh.
"Do you know any jinxes? You learn jinxes first year." Professor Lockhart said hopefully not wanting his theatrical moment to go to waste.
Rose sighed. "I know exactly one jinx but I'm not the best at it."
"That's because she's slow," Draco whispered to Crabbe and Goyle. Harry stood up.
"Hey, Malfoy, shut it alright?" Harry raised his voice across the classroom. Rose slunk her head in her hand in embarrassment. She loved Harry but the last thing she needed right now was defense from her 12 –year- old brother.
Professor Lockhart clapped his hands. "Boys, not now," Harry sat down "Alright Rose let's see you demonstrate a jinx."
"On who?" Rose asked curiously. Professor Lockhart looked around only to realize the dilemma of probably not allowing students to jinx other students and he paused in thought before he extended his arms wide to the side and declared, "On me."
'This got interesting' Rose thought pleasantly, 'I hope I can actually jinx him.'
She raised her wand and incanted the following: "Flipendo." George had actually taught her that jinx last year. She smiled proudly- she honestly was half not expecting her jinx to actually work.
Professor Lockhart's eyes widened in surprise as he was thrusted to the floor and knocked down a couple of his autobiographies off of the desk.
She blushed when Ron, Harry, and Hermione had gotten the entire Gryffindor side of the class to cheer for Rose.
"Uhm, erm, alright," Professor Lockhart stuttered as he tried to regain footing, "50 points for Hufflepuff!" He lifted his finger up in the air before he fell back down, "Alright students turn to page 34!"