Sapphire's P.O.V.
"Sapphire, would you accompany Professor Lockhart and help him in this situation?" Severus asked me, coldly. What is wrong with this man?!
"It would be my pleasure to help you, dimwit." I told Lockhart, my voice in a whisper, but threatening all the same. Good. I have done what I wanted. I am pleased to say Lockhart looked scared out of his mind. Success. The two of us walked out of the classroom, leaving Severus to grade the homework. Speaking of him, he has definitely changed for more of Slytherin qualities. He's got the whole scary face and cold voice thing going on for him. And his black greasy hair and hooked nose, not having changed since way before when we were teenagers, add to the package. But...is it selfish of me to feel that I want him to talk to me like he did before, with our soulful conversations? Or even hug me, so I can feel his warmth, something no Slytherin I met in my years has ever had?
"Thank you for accompanying me." Lockhart told me, acting polite.
"Oh, please. The children probably already have it under control. I mean, c'mon, Cornish Pixies? I'm surprised you cant control them, what with your experiences and all." I scoffed at him. For a split second, I could have sworn I saw nervousness flash in his eyes, but I dismissed it.
"I have merely...um...forgotten, that's all. Speaking of, have you read a copy of 'Magical Me,' Sapphire?" He asked me, sounding totally professional, but extremely arrogant. What a git!
"No, I don't care for it." I merely said, dismissing the subject.
"That's quite odd." He looked at me, confusion expressed on his face.
"What is?"
"Well, it's a bit obvious that all the women swoon when they see me, and its evident that young adults are inspired." He said proudly, puffing out of his chest a bit. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "I find it quite odd that you are the opposite. You aren't even the least bit interested."
I glared at him, daring him with my eyes to say more, and kicked him in the shin. Not very mature to the crotch, don't you agree? He doubled over in pain, but recovered quickly.
"Here we are, at the classroom." I gestured to the doors. "Oh, and Lockhart dear, maybe I'm not interested because you're not the least bit interesting. All I see when I look at you is an arrogant prat, not what the other women think of you." I winked at and we walked into the classroom. I heard him gulp, I could've sworn.
Walking into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom when Cornish Pixies are flying around...is not the best idea. The two of us stepped into a complete disaster. Pixies flying around, children running around. Holding on to books and other school materials. Heck, two pixies held Neville by the ears. Some were on the dinosaur model, which has fallen. Oh my god. This is more serious than I thought.
Hermione whipped out her wand quickly and screamed "IMMOBULUS!" I was impressed, seeing as the pixies were instantly calmed, awkwardly flying in the air.
"Why is it always me?" Neville said, hanging from the chandelier. I let out a laugh and got him down from there. Taking out my wand, I put everything back into place, including the pixies. The children left the classroom, more scared than when they came in. Once the classroom cleared, I looked at Lockhart.
"Cornish Pixies?" I asked in disbelief. "Really, Lockhart?"
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