Veni, vidi, vici

Lockheart smiled toothily at his audience – sorry, class – and spoke with his usual innate eloquence. "I'm very impressed by your efforts this week. It was clear from your homework who has been keeping up with their reading," he smiled around the room. "Some of our more dedicated students even went further with background reading and research."

Hermione's cheeks pinked slightly. Professor Lockheart had noticed her extra effort to research the spells he had used! Finally, a teacher recognizing, praising her hard work and thorough research...

"Miss Brown, it's clear you have read every copy of Witch Weekly and even the lesser circulated Teen Witch; I'm impressed. As a reward I thought I would share your essay with the class." With a swish of his wand and a quietly muttered incantation – a quiet whisper was almost the same as silent casting, after all – a rounded, girlish script in Lavender's signature purple ink floated across the walls. Lockheart read the essay aloud, drawing attention to the key parts (quotations of his own speeches to the fearsome creatures he had faced, references to the gratitude of various localities, a particularly good description of his favourite outfit. He knew that he read well; he had his audience on the edge of their seats by the end, his skill tempering the deficiencies of teenage scribbling. Lockheart hushed his voice dramatically for the last line, "for after all, good will always concur evil."

Hermione choked and read the final line of the essay again, her stupefied gaze switching between the coyly blushing Lavender and the preening professor.

A.N.

So, I'm trying to write more of Oliver Wood's perspective, but I was reading someone else's story and this popped into my mind! Which is a shame, because I'm fairly certain only I enjoy this...

Just in case, 'Veni, vidi, vici' means 'I came, I saw, I conquered', but you all knew that!