A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Percy's Point of View

Lockhart's lesson was as much of a joke as we'd all been expecting. When we arrived he was standing proudly behind his desk, where a large rattling object hidden beneath a large lilac cloth stood. Lockhart was almost too happy, not even bothering to send us more than a tiny glare as we entered the classroom. I pouted mentally to Harry.

'He's no fun when he doesn't get annoyed at us.'

Harry laughed. 'You're such a child.'

We sat down at the front of the classroom, abandoning our usual place at the back of the classroom for a better vantage point to hit Lockhart with colour changes charms. Lockhart did narrow his eyes at us for that, much to my amusement, but still didn't react beyond that.

"Today, class, I have something special for you!" Lockhart announced with glee after the last stragglers had sat down. "As you know, it is my duty to prepare you for some of the foulest creatures to walk this Earth. I must ask you not to be alarmed however, and to stay calm. No harm shall befall you for as long as I am within this room with you."

Blaise grinned triumphantly while Lockhart was posturing heroically at the front of the room. He cautiously drew his wand and moved it discretely in as he cast his spell. The class burst out laughing as Lockhart's gold and pink robes turned an obnoxiously bright luminous orange.

Lockhart looked down at his robes in a sort of petrified horror, his eyes sweeping the room desperately to find the culprit. His eyes eventually came to land on us, and narrowed dangerously.

"Detention Potter!" He snapped out. "My office at seven!"

Exclamations of protest sounded from all the way round the room. We were surprised to hear Gryffindor voices mixed in with the Slytherin's.

"Sir, you can't do that!"

"Where's your proof?"

"It obviously wasn't Potter, he's in enough trouble with Professor Snape as it is!"

The last protest came from Pansy, who shut her mouth quickly, and flashed us an apologetic look as everyone turned to stare at her. The Slytherin's gazes were accusative, the Gryffindor's curious. Lockhart all but pounced on her.

"And why might that be, Miss Parkinson?"

"Sir, I believe you'll find that is between our godfather and ourself. Now, if you don't mind, we'd like to hear your terms for our detention." We said in a dead voice, warning Lockhart off. It was true Severus wasn't impressed with us for breaking the House rules, but to say we were in trouble with him was a bit far… Unless he was annoyed with us for some other reason. No! We shook ourself.

'We haven't done anything to annoy Severus have we?' I asked Harry.

He shook his head. 'Not that I'm aware of.'

Lockhart shook himself. "Godfather huh? Well, that explains some things… You're in detention for casting spells on a teacher without permission."

We glared. "It wasn't us. Our wands are, and have been since we entered your classroom, sheathed in our wand holsters."

We pulled back our sleeves to momentarily reveal the beautifully carved leather holsters that held our wands. Lockhart shook his head.

"I'll talk with you later. You're interrupting my lesson! Now, as I was saying, I have something special for you today."

Lockhart whipped the lilac cloth off the rattling object to reveal a cage of small malicious looking blue fairies.

"Indeed." Lockhart said dramatically. "Freshly caught Cornish pixies!"