Rosabella Black|Daughter of Sirius Black|(Book 2)

The Rogue Bludger

Rosabella's Point of View:

Since the disastrous episode of the pixies, Professor Lockhart had not brought live creatures to class. Instead he read passages from his books to us and sometimes reenacted some of the more dramatic bits. He usually picked Harry to help him with these reconstructions.

So far, Harry had been forced to play a simple Transylvanian villager whom Lockhart had cured of a Babbling Curse. A yeti with a head cold, and a vampire who had been unable to eat anything except lettuce since Lockhart had dealt with him.

Harry was hauled to the front of the class during our very next Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, this time acting a werewolf. If he hadn't had a very good reason for keeping Lockhart in a good mood, he would have refused to do it. It was honestly degrading for all werewolves.
  
"Nice loud howl, Harry - exactly - and then, if you'll believe it, I pounced - like this - slammed him to the floor - thus with one hand, I managed to hold him down - with my other, I put my wand to his throat - I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm. He let out a piteous moan - go on, Harry - higher than that - good - the fur vanished - the fangs shrank - and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective. Another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks." Lockhart finished.
I glared at Lockhart.

The bell rang and Lockhart got to his feet.
   
"Homework - compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!" Lockhart said.

The class began to leave. Harry returned to the back of the room, where Ron and Hermione were waiting.
   
"Ready?" Harry muttered to me.
   
"Ready." I confirmed.

Ron had insisted to Harry and Hermione that I'd be able to charm Lockhart no problem.
  
"Wait till everyone's gone." Hermione said nervously.
   
"Are you sure about this, Ro? You're the only student Lockhart doesn't like." Harry said.
   
"Believe me, Harry. She can do it. The Black charm is not something that can be easily fought. You should of seen Mum after talking to Ro for a minute. She's never liked someone so quickly." Ron said, grinning at me.

I winked.

Hermione handed me the piece of paper for Lockhart to sign.

I approached Lockhart's desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in my hand, Harry, Ron and Hermione right behind me. I acted nervous and awe struck.
   
"She's getting into character." I heard Ron muttered to Harry and Hermione.
   
"Professor Lockhart?" I stammered.

Lockhart looked up and gave me an icy glare.
    
"Yes, Miss Black?" Lockhart said coldly.
    
"I - I wanted to apologise. For all my antics in your class. I just wanted to get your attention and standout a bit from the others." I said hysterically and looking ashamed.

I was rolling my eyes and cringing on the inside.

Lockharts eyes immediately softened and he gave me a bright smile showing all his perfect teeth.
   
"Oh my dear girl. Not to worry. We all make fool hardy decisions, especially at the age of twelve. All is forgiven." Lockhart said.

I smiled gratefully as I resisted the urge to gag.
    
"Thank you, Professor! I really am so sorry. I've read every single one of your books. I love them! I couldn't possibly chose a favourite!" I said excitedly giggling as I acted like on of his fan girls.

Truth is that as soon as I don't need those books I'm burning them!
     
"Thank you, thank you. They are good, aren't they? Well I'm glad you like them. Lot of work they took. Glad you appreciate them." Lockhart said flashinga dazzling smile.
   
"And, um, Professor. I wanted to - to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading." I said acting nervous.