Chasing Broomsticks ¥ [ Fred Weasley ]

{ ᏣᏂᎯᎵᎿᏋᖇ ᎿᏂIᖇᎿᎩ-ᏫᏁᏋ } " ᎴᏫᏁ'Ꮏ ᏰᏋ ᏣᏫᖇᏁᎰᏌᎦᏋᎴ ᏯᏂᏋᏁ IᎿ ᏣᏫMᏋᎦ ᎿᏫ ᏣᏫᖇᏁIᎦᏂ ᎵIﾒIᏋᎦ "

🌜~{ Danielle's .P.O.V. }~🌛

"Danielle. . . DANIELLLLLLEEEEEE, Hurry Up!" Ginny hollers after saying goodbye to Fred.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I ran down the stairs while grabbing my nap sack with my spell books as I quickly ran out the door to catch up with my best friend as we both walk off to the Great Hall to fill our aching stomachs with food before we head off to Lockhart's class. . .

Oh Goody.

After breakfast, we meet Gilderoy Lockhart for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Gilderoy Lockhart paces before the class.

Hermione and mostly every girl in this class, including me, hang on to the professor's every word like a bunch of fan girls.

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. . . ME!"

*GIRLS SCREAMING*

"Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League..." Lockhart babbles about his whole life from one of his idiotic biographies about himself. "Does he ever stop talking about himself?" I almost feel asleep on my desk. Hermoine had to chant one of her spells to wake me up and let me tell you, it wasn't pleasant.

"And five times 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!" Lockhart awaits laughter from his students. A few students smile weakly. I was too tired to even laugh at his own joke. "Was it a joke, couldn't even tell, I don't think I was even paying attention?"

Hearing only a few laughs from a few of the Jigglypuffs, Lockhart is pleased and continues on with his boring lecture which is literally killing me.

"I see you've all bought a complete set of books. Well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz." He spoke bringing Granger to a smile once she heard homework was involved.

"Nothing to worry about. Just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in. . ." Lockhart begins to circulate papers. I watch as Harry and Ron, who are sitting beside me, are quickly examining the questions over thoroughly.

"Look at these questions. They're all about him." Ron whispers to Harry than back to Ron.

"What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?" Harry looks at the paper and makes a look than sticks his tongue out in disgust.

"What is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?" Ron says as he scratches the back of his head as he twiddles his wand between his fingers, at least he's not shooting his eyes out or mind seeing how close he's pointing his wand in the direction I'm writing.