The Wand Makers Apprentice

Chapter 31

As I sat at the Gryffindor table the next morning, Lee wasn't there to sit next to me as usual. Fred told me that he was vomiing into the night so will probably spend the day in the hospital wing. I guessed it was because he'd eaten more than me.

McGonagall was handing out timetables along the table, and when she got to us, she had a quick word with Lene before looking over at me. I'd always gotten on well with McGonagall, as that's were I'd often been sent during lesson's I'd been taken out of, and I had more respect for her than I did even Dumbledore.

"Gryffindor," she said, obviously addressing me and not the house, yet a few first years looked up. "You're to go to the hospital wing during last lesson, Mamdame Pomfrey wants to check you over."

"Yes Professor." I rolled my eyes. I saw that one coming.

"And after you'll come to my office." She said, not giving anything away.

"Yes, professor." I repeated as McGonagall walked away.

"Wonder what she wants." George said from opposite me.

"I don't know, but guess I'm going to find out."

*****

For the first lesson of the new year I had professor Lockhart. I'd read a few of his books that he'd sent to my fathers shop, and they're absolute dung. I didn't believe a word of the stuff in there, and didn't even find him attractive as many other witches did. Lene and I had a hate club surrounding him, so I guessed this years DADA lessons would be fun.

"Good Morning fourth years!" He shouted, coming down from his study steps. His classroom was cluttered with pictures of his ugly face. "I am Professor Lockhart, I'm sure you've all read my books-"

"Burnt them, read them, same thing." Lene muttered from beside me.

"You must be Miss Dumethdore." Lockhart said, walking towards our desk. "Are you a fan? Here, I'll sign your books." He took Lene's copy of Year with the Yeti and signed the front, not noticing the enormous handlebar mustache she'd drawn on his once clean-cut face.

"Today I want to see how much you know about me, so I've constructed a quiz to test your knowledge." He flipped over the blackboard to see a tonne of questions.

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite colour?

2. What is Gileroy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

...

63. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite item of clothing?

How he'd fit them all onto one page, Merlin wouldn't know. Even so, Lene and I wrote sarcastic answer's to them all.

"Times up!" He said, half an hour later when he noticed half the room had either fallen to sleep or was quilling on there hands; or in George's case, quilling on Fred's armpit. "I'm going to collect these in, and mark them for our next time together! Then you can take it away for homework, and find out your wrong answers by reading some of my books! Who knows, if you get full marks, we might be seeing about a few signed photos."

"Are you actually serious..?" I muttered, rolling my eyes, which were now beginning to glow red from the grey colour they normally turn when I was bored.

"But for the rest of the lesson, I'd like you to construct a quiz, for me to answer for you." He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. "And it'll give you a flavour of what it's like to be me, Gileroy Lockhart. Begin."