Huffily Puffily || Golden Trio

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The next few days passed so quickly that Lucy was afraid the rest of the year would be the same. Her classes were much more exciting than they had been last year; now that they knew the basic theory, the professors were more comfortable letting them practice spells. That was just how she liked it.

Riddle was incredibly handy to have both in and outside of class. When Lucy was caught whispering to Megan, Professor McGonagall tried to trip her up by asking her a question— it was immensely gratifying to repeat the correct answer back to her, courtesy of Tom Riddle. She impressed many of her teachers this way.

As expected, Lockhart's class turned out to be a load of nonsense. She heard from Harry that he unleashed pixies on the entire class, and he didn't know how to get rid of them. He learned his lesson by her class. She was sort of disappointed— it might have been fun to set a few pixies on fire.

Their class, he handed them each a quiz. On himself. The only way to know the answers was by reading his garbage books, and it was safe to say Lucy had not done that. Hannah knew most of them, but the rest of the Hufflepuffs had fun writing absurd answers in.

What is Professor Lockhart's secret ambition? Lucy had written 'to one day be as famous as Harry Potter'.

Megan hit him where it hurt and wrote 'to actually be happy with himself enough in life to stop lying about everything'. It was insanely brutal.

"Wow," Riddle actually said when Megan read aloud her graded 'T' for troll assignment. And that was only one of her answers. All the others were equally as rude.

Lockhart excused himself from the room shortly after he read that one. Lucy guessed he had to collect himself. There were only seven Hufflepuffs, but that might have made it more unnerving for him to be alone with a small number of disrespectful students. There was no distracting himself in the classroom, no way to escape their glares.

"That's a bit harsh, isn't it?" Hannah said disapprovingly. 

Susan threw a cautious glance at her friend. "Don't tell me you like him..."

"He's handsome," She said, unabashed. "And he's quite funny, if you don't let his personality annoy you."

"See, that's the thing, Hannah... his entire personality is annoying," Ernie scoffed.

Justin shrugged, looking a little shy. "I think he's handsome too. And how do we know he's lying?"

Oh no, Lucy thought grimly. Justin fell for Lockhart's charms... that was three of her friends contaminated now. Maybe four— Megan thought Lockhart was handsome too, but fortunately she had the sense to bully the man anyway. She was one of Rickett's girls, after all.

"He said he had a cure for werewolves, Justin," Wayne said incredulously. "My pa's a werewolf, believe me, there's no cure for it."

"Your dad's a werewolf?" Lucy said curiously.

Megan threw her a warning look. Wayne didn't mind her question, which honestly surprised her. Once he'd been offended because she asked him his favorite color, let alone asking him about his father. "It was an accident— a muggle werewolf got loose and got him by his ankle. Happened just after I was born. The only thing that helps is a Wolfsbane potion, but even that doesn't stop the transformation... there's no way Lockhart created a charm for a cure."

Justin bit his lip. He didn't dare argue against Wayne's experience— Lucy didn't know much about werewolves, but she knew it was a sensitive topic in the wizarding world. "Well at least he's a good author?" He said weakly.