Gilderoy Lockhart was walking up a spiral staircase in the faculty wing, a modest bottle of wine in hand, humming softly to himself. Tonight would be the night that he surprised the Lucky Lady Evelyn. Maybe he would start off with some light conversation. What was she interested in again? Silly question, himself, of course. Who wouldn't be?
It was true, she had turned him down several times before. That lovely little minx sure knew how to play hard-to-get. Persistence. That would be key.
How handsome he would look with her on his arm. They'd make all the gossip columns. Hundreds of witches would be heartbroken. C'est la vie.
He reached her door and prepared to knock. Would she be so excited that she fainted? He put on his famous smile and knocked on her door.