Golden Girl; 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂

Fourth Year: The Hospital Wing

"So, I've been doing my reading and I just don't see how some of this stuff lines up," Bambi was walking quickly to keep up with the twins as they walked towards their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

"Is that so?" Fred asked, "It's not as if you haven't mentioned it a hundred times already."

"I mean it!" Bambi frowned, "I've told you- I've met real vampires with my father once and they don't-"

"Bambi," George crossed his arms, "Maybe he met different ones! Not all wizards are the same- after all, do I look like Fred?"

Lee and the twins laughed, but Bambi just rolled her eyes.

"I'm telling you! There's something fishy about this guy!— Woah-" They had just entered the classroom, and about twenty or so Lockharts were staring back, picture frames covering every wall.

They all smiled, waved, or posed with the same dazzling bright smile of the real Lockhart who stood in his long turquoise robes at the front of the class.

With one final look at each other, they all took their seats as the rest of the class filed in. Bambi's eyes darted around the room, feeling somewhat uncomfortable from all the eyes peering down at her.

"Me," he said, swooping over to pick up a copy of "Voyages with Vampires", and held it up to show his winking face on the front cover. Then, as if he had rehearsed it several times already said, "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 laughed at his own joke.

"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books— well done." He smiled, after giving a pause for the rest of the students to laugh at his joke, "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—"

Bambi took one look at the test paper and her hand shot up.

"You have thirty minutes— start— er, yes?" He gave Bambi a quizzical look, "Already in need of assistance," he laughed with a strange tuttering sound. "What can I help you with, Miss-"

"Hargroves- and- I don't need help- I just don't see how this test applies to our learning."

Fred and George shook their heads, signing their names on the top of their own tests.

"Ah, well," Lockhart began but Bambi interrupted again.

"Furthermore, I read all your books and not all of your plot points line up. For example- Fae actually aren't related to Pixies at all-it's actually nymphs that are most closely-"

"My dear girl," Lockhart spoke up loudly, looking around the class with his bright grin, "You must be the daughter of S.L. Hargroves if I'm not mistaken- Ah yes, an old friend of mine." He smiled, "Your father is a very charming man, yes, but let us not forget that I'm the one who specializes in magical creatures, he specializes in magical flora and fauna-"

Bambi paused. "But fauna is-" She shook her head, not wanting to get carried away on that point. "Yes, but I actually know quite a bit about-"

Lockhart shot her a warning look, a faint look of concern creasing his bold features. "If you have any questions or concerns, why don't you come in after class and ask me then. That will be very good- very good indeed. As I was saying," He turned to address the rest of the class, "Thirty minutes, starting, now!"

"But-" Bambi groaned and rolled her eyes, beginning her list of questions.

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?