Deadly Snake, Silent Dragon.

Pixies

I walked Charlton to his next class, then I made it to Lockhart's classroom and walked in, immediately sitting, as students were pilling up their desks with Lockhart's seven books.

When the whole class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly and silence fell. He reached forward, picked up Neville Longbottom's copy of Travels with Trolls, and held it up to show his own, winking portrait on the front.

"Me," he said, pointing at it and winking as well. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five time winner of Witch Weekly's MostCharming Smile Award-but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!"

He waited for them to laugh; a few people smiled weakly.

"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books" he didn't seem to notice me, he probably thought my bag are the books.

"well done. 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-"

When he had handed out the test papers he returned to the front of the class and said, "You have thirty minutes-start-now!"

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?
Dirt.

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
Lying.

3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
Stealing people's adventures and faking them as his own.

On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?
Don't know, fame served on a plate of gold.

Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and rifled through them in front of the class.

"Tut, tut-hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in Year with the Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully-I clearly state in Chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non magic peoples-though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky!"

He gave them another roguish wink. Angeline was thankful he didn't read her papers now, her head was slowly hurting her.

"...but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair care potions-good girl! In fact-" he flipped her paper over "-full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione raised a trembling hand.

"Excellent!" beamed Lockhart. "Quite excellent! Take ten points for Gryffindor! And so-to business-"
Angelina exhaled, and lated back in her chair.
Her vision was feeling blurry yet white.

He bent down behind his desk and lifted a large, covered cage onto it.

"Now-be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. All I ask is that you remain calm."

In spite of herself, Angelina leaned up a bit for a better look at the cage. Lockhart placed a hand on the cover. Dean and Seamus had stopped laughing now. Neville was cowering in his front row seat.

"I must ask you not to scream," said Lockhart in a low voice. "It might provoke them." As the whole class held its breath, Lockhart whipped off the cover.

"Yes," he said dramatically. "Freshly caught Cornish pixies."

Seamus Finnigan couldn't control himself. He let out a snort of laughter that even Lockhart couldn't mistake for a scream of terror.

"Yes?" He smiled at Seamus.

"Well, they're not-they're not very-dangerous, are they?" Seamus choked.

"Don't be so sure!" said Lockhart, waggling a finger annoyingly at Seamus. "Devilish tricky little blighters they can be!"

The pixies were electric blue and about eight inches high, with pointed faces and voices so shrill it was like listening to a lot of budgies arguing. The moment the cover had been removed, they had started jabbering and rocketing around, rattling the bars and making bizarre faces at the people nearest them.

Angelina exhaled again, as she knew what Lockhart was abou to do, she had already put on her bag, then he spoke.
"Right, then," Lockhart said loudly. "Let's see what you make of them!" And he opened the cage.

It was pandemonium. The pixies shot in every direction like rockets. Two of them seized Neville by the ears and lifted him into the air. Several shot straight through the window, showering the back row with broken glass. The rest proceeded to wreck the classroom more effectively than a rampaging rhino. They grabbed ink bottles and sprayed the class with them, shredded books and papers, tore pictures from the walls, up ended the waste basket, grabbed bags and books and threw them out of the smashed window; within minutes, half the class was sheltering under desks and Neville was swinging from the iron chandelier in the ceiling.
But Angelina left, the commotion started to make her feel angry with how many screams there were.

And for the time in a while, she willingly visited the matron for her headaches.

The next few days, Angelina had the calmest days for her classes.
She wrote back to Ailbert, informing him that his grandson was a hufflepuff, she even mentioned Charlton and Olivia.
But her relationship with Draco was only getting worst.
He would always knock into her, making her drop her books and knock into a wall.
Sometimes he would even call her out in Slytherin table, making everyone snicker.
But she not once responded to his calls.
Either Olivia would roast him back or Charlton would drag her away.
And to her surprise, if Harry was around, he would stand up to him, and made sure Ivy was safe.
Ivy knew Draco nor Harry could hurt her.
But she hurt Draco on the first day.
Sometimes she would look down on her hand, the left hand that was chocking Draco.
She hated how fast she reacted.

Days passed and it was finally Saturday, the weekend came by faster than I thought.
I woke quiet early, since I had plans with Charlton, he wanted to meet Harry badly so I thought we would talk to them.

Once I freshened up, I wore comfortable clothes, then left my room.
As I walked down the stairs, I can see Charlton's blond hair bouncing up and down excitedly on the couch.

"Let's go" I grumbled, I was starving.

He immediately got up and hurriedly walked behind me.
As I was eating breakfast, I saw Ron and Hermione walk in.
"Ron" I called out from my table.
Thankfully, it was only Charlton and I in that table.
Both heads turned to us.
I got and walked up to him.

"Charlton" I said, pointing back to the kid smiling so hard.
"Wanted to meet Harry, I wanted to ask have you seen him?" I said tiredly.
Sleep hasn't been on my side these days.
Hermione nodded, but Ron spoke.

"They have Quidditch practice but we're about to go there, would you like to accompany us?" He asked.
"Yes!" Charlton stood up hurriedly, I gave him a look.
"Erm, I mean, Sure" he composed himself.
I chuckled, I extended my hand to the door, "Lead the way"