Lockhart had been stewing all night after being so rudely interrupted. Nothing he could do to change the events, but memory charms were his most adept skill. Maybe he could gift his lady with a more pleasant version of the previous evening.
Professor Whisp was nursing a headache as she came down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She saw Professors Flitwick and Snape seated next to each other in conversation. She threw a soft smile in Snape's direction, her new friend after an eventful evening.
"You know Filius," she said sitting down next to Flitwick, "I heard a rumor that you were once a dueling champion."
"I had some modest skill," Flitwick admitted cheerfully. He was the type of person that exuded a pleasant aura.
"I've been following the sport since I was a child." She said excitedly, "I've been thinking about asking to start a club. Would you be interested in coordinating with me?"
At that moment, Lockhart barged into their conversation. "Good morning Darling," Lockhart interrupted, sitting on the other side of Whisp and putting his hand over hers. "I'm sure that Filius is busy with the Frog Choir. You know, I have a great deal of experience with duels myself."
She felt the sensation of motion sickness, like a pair of her senses were disagreeing about something. Revolting images came into her mind. Between that, her headache, and Lockhart sitting so close, the contents of her stomach were starting to rise.
"Something wrong, dear?" Flitwick said with concern on his face. He looked into each of her eyes and declared, "I know a charm when I see one. To my office with you."
As Whisp and Flitwick left the Great Hall, Snape glared at Lockhart. He slid in to fill the gap left by the two missing professors. "It would seem Gilderoy, that Professor Whisp has taken ill. I have some small knowledge of duels myself. I would be more than willing to assist you with a demonstration."
Smashing, Lockhart thought, a chance to duel his romantic rival. He wouldn't damage the Potions Master too terribly.