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I was dreading this very class; how could any person fathom this dimwitted narcissistic prevaricator? He was a wolf in what others would call pretty packaging. Daphne was just as displeased, Avery seemed indifferent to the class, Millie I think had a tiny crush. The halls are filled as dead head I see Draco causing trouble for Potter, for now he had a role to play but there was never a need to take it too far.
Millie muttered, "Draco has a flare for the dramatics." she was right, we walked to the classroom which was warm with the sunlight pouring in, candles lit letting off the aroma of Jasmine, not too over bearing but not necessary. Pansy gave me a nod as Daphne sighed walking away, she was the best to sit with Pansy and Draco, he liked pretty girls. This left Crab and Goyle to sit elsewhere, they are evil and dumb. A very nasty combination. I sit with Avery and Millie, Potter, Weasley, and Mione in front of us, Daphne, Draco, and Pansy behind us.
Lockhart was nowhere to be seen, but his awful portraits all smile flashing white teeth, they grin or wink. This was going to be the worst class the entire year.
I snort, "Bloody narcissist." with my friends agreeing, Millie not so much, the Balustrade's, well Millie's father is letting her join some muggle sport, small views changing.
Too soon Lockhart glided from his office smiling and grinning, I thought Draco has a flare for the dramatics but this man had him beat.
When the whole class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly and silence fell. He reached forward, picked up Neville Longbottom's copy of Travels with Trolls, and held it up to show his own, winking portrait on the front.
"Me," he said, pointing at it and winking as well. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most- Charming-Smile Award - but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!"
He waited for us to laugh; a few people smiled weakly.
"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books -well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in -"
When he had handed out the test papers he returned to the front of the class and said, "You have thirty minutes - start - now!"
I glared down at this "quiz" I was going to have to scribble answers into this false representation of a quiz.
What is Gilderoy Lockhart 's favorite color?
Why does this matter?
What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
To keep his dirty secret's just that, a bloody secret.
What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
Being a dimwitted narcissistic prevaricator.
On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:
40. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?
I have no bloody clue, and if this quiz makes me snap you'll be getting a well-aimed jinx.
I sighed, I was going to get in trouble for this so I was going to have words with Grandmother, this was not learning. This was learning about this crack pot old fool.
Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and rifled through them in front of the class.
"Tut, tut - hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in Year with the Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully - I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples - though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogdeds Old Firewhisky!"
He gave us another roguish wink. Avery was now staring at Lockhart with an expression of disbelief on her face; Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, who were sitting in front, were shaking with silent laughter. Hermione, on the other hand, was listening to Lockhart with rapt attention and gave a start when he mentioned her name, my sister was a bloody bint.
". . . but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions - good girl! In fact," - he flipped her paper over - "full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"
*100*
Hermione raised a trembling hand.
I scoff, "Mione, can't believe you read the trash on these books." her eyes narrowed, she turned from me in her anger.
I scoffed, "Be mad." Harry and Ron looked more shocked than anything, but these books are real events shrouded by facts and details about Lockhart himself, it is like two different people reside in the pages.
"Excellent!" beamed Lockhart. "Quite excellent! Take ten points for Gryffindor! And so - to business -"
He bent down behind his desk and lifted a large, covered cage onto it.
"Now - be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizard kind! You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. All I ask is that you remain calm."
In spite of himself, I watched as Harry leaned around his pile of books for a better look at the cage. Lockhart placed a hand on the cover. Dean and Seamus had stopped laughing now. Neville was watching in his front row seat in front of Mione, the cage was being watched by many.
"I must ask you not to scream." said Lockhart in a low voice. "It might provoke them."
Lockhart whipped off the cover.
"Yes." he said dramatically. "Freshly caught Cornish pixies. "
Seamus Finnigan couldn't control himself. He let out a snort of laughter that even Lockhart couldn't mistake for a scream of terror.
"Yes?" He smiled at Seamus.
"Well, they're not - they're not very - dangerous, are they?" Seamus choked.
"Don't be so sure!" said Lockhart, waggling a finger annoyingly at Seamus. "Devilish tricky little blighters they can be!"
The pixies were electric blue and about eight inches high, with pointed faces and voices so shrill it was like listening to a lot of budgies arguing. The moment the cover had been removed, they had started jabbering and rocketing around, rattling the bars and making bizarre faces at the people nearest them.
"Right, then." Lockhart said loudly. "Let's see what you make of them!" And he opened the cage.
It was pandemonium. The pixies shot in every direction like rockets. Two of them seized Neville by the ears and lifted him into the air. Several shot straight through the window, showering the back row with broken glass. The rest proceeded to wreck the classroom more effectively than a rampaging Erumpent. They grabbed ink bottles and sprayed the class with them, shredded books and papers, tore pictures from the walls, up-ended the waste basket, grabbed bags and books and threw them out of the smashed window; within minutes, half the class was sheltering under desks and Neville was swinging from the iron chandelier in the ceiling scowling. Three start pulling Daphne's pale blonde hair as Pansy and Draco fail to remove them, Avery was having a row with two over her locket. Millie might have killed one with Year with the Yeti. I sit watching the chaos, one was ranting around in Hermione's bushy hair.
"Come on now - round them up, round them up, they're only pixies!" Lockhart shouted.
He rolled up his sleeves, brandished his wand, and bellowed, "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" fake spell.
It had absolutely no effect; one of the pixies seized his wand and threw it out of the window, too. Lockhart gulped and dived under his own desk, narrowly avoiding being squashed by Neville, who fell a second later as the chandelier gave way.
This was out of hand as I stood my eyes red, the tell-tale sign was the burning, my wand raised, "Immobulus," every pixie froze in mid-air, another wave and the are locked back in the cage. I think the Muggle-borns should be alerted of their magic a year prior to learn spells, learn our culture, us pure bloods and half-bloods learn so much more than them. Hermione would have been the rare muggle-born with the brains to match a pure blood.
The bell rang and there was a mad rush toward the exit.
Daphne was holding her head "You okay?" I asked her, she was pissy.
She snapped, "That man is full of rubbish, those things ripped my bloody hair out!" we walked to our next class together, the disastrous Defense class behind us, we would learn to defend ourselves from his blunders.
This year, we are allowed to take an elective class which was supposed to be a third-year thing, but before I knew the teacher I signed up for Care of Magical creatures. So, Avery, Harry, Ron, Pansy, Mione, and myself walk but not together. That is odd, Harry and Ron away form us, Daphne and Millie had a free period. I could see Charlies flaming hair from here, we walked down the steep stairs that had foliage covering them heading towards Hagrid's hut.
Mione teased, "Oh, look who it is." Potter grumbled as Ron laughed at him.
I snap back, "I swear Mione, I will take away my books if you proceed to be a snot." she laughed, the air was crisp and clear the smell of pumpkin and grass mixed together, class outside was a great idea.
We all stood, Slytherin's on one side and Gryffindor's to the other, Charlie stood in the middle. I was sitting on Hagrid's low wall with Hermione, Pansy, and Avery watching, Avery was waiting for it some glimmer of Charlie flirting.
His eyes moved over each of us until they rested on mine, a slight wink as Avery nagged me with her own smile, waggling her brows.
He spoke, "Welcome to Care of Magical Creatures, this will not be an easy class. I hail from Romania where I train and care for dragons so I have some friends from all over the world who are bringing me some beasts. You will listen to me and if you chose not to you will be hurt by them, I have sent and received waivers from your parents, now it is up to you to make sure you listen. Our first lesson will be easy, with a very kind creature unless you provoke it."
At his feet is a large cage covered so we cannot see anything, "Miss. Black, you will be the first to see and touch." of course he would single me out.
I moved forward until I was standing in front of the cage, with a large smile he removed the sheet, my heart dropped. Inside was a pure white Kitsune, the eyes mismatched; red and black.
"A Kitsune, they are known to have magical powers, a superior intelligence, long life."
Charlie says, "Very good Miss. Black, ten points to Slytherin, I like how well you know your creatures." I was already touching the soft coat as it nestled into my hand.