𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺
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IN WHICH, a girl hiding her insecurities with a mask becomes a witch...
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EVERYONE NOW GATHERED AROUND A LONG WOODEN, BROWN STAGE WITH A DEEP BLUE COVER TIED IN THE MIDDLE OF IT DECORATED WITH THE MOON'S PHASES ON IT, ALONG WITH A FEW STARS.
your were, annoyingly, mashed between hermione and some random kid.
you groan as lockhart steps up onto the long platform, he had a cape just hanging off his shoulder, and clothes you would see one wear to fencing.
"gather round!" he bellows, catching everyone's attention. you roll your eyes in annoyance as he continues to speak, "gather round. can everybody see me?"
god i wish i couldn't. i'm barely lucky my eyesight is worse than the average person
"can you all hear me?"
not if i block my ears
"excellent" he grins.
you stare blankly.
"in light of the dark events of recent weeks.. professor dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club.."
fucking idiot dumpydoor
"to train you up in all case you ever need to defend yourselves.."
you scrunch your face up, questioning whether if he's really the right person for the job.
"..as i myself have done on countless occasions. for full details, see my published works." he grins charmingly and pulls the string from his odd shoulder cape, pulling it off and chucking it towards you and hermione.
hermione was distracted, but you grimace visibly and step aside, letting the green cape fall to the ground. going as far as to nudge it away with your foot.
lockhart stares between you and the cape, catching your unimpressed eyes.
feeling very embarrassed, he coughs loudly and straightens himself up, continuing with a slight wobble in his step.
