Aurora's POV

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. Me." I rolled my eyes. The fact that we were being taught by this git is bad enough, but the fact the most girls here adore him is unreal. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most- Charming-Smile Award -- But I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!" Most people gave a weak smile. "I see you've all bought a complete set of my 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..." Lockhart starts passing out papers and I look over the quiz. From behind me, I could hear Ron and Harry whispering behind me.

"Look at these questions. They're all about him." Ron whispered.

"'What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?'"

"'What is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?'"

"'When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday and what would his ideal gift be?'" I shook my head. This narcissistic bitch.

"You have thirty minutes. Start - now!"

***Time Skip***

We watched as Lockhart looked through the tests. "Tut, tut. Hardly any of you remembered my favorite color is lilac. But Miss Hermione Granger and Miss Aurora Weasley knew that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair care potions. Good girls." Hermione beamed and I laid my head on the desk. I could see girls looking enviously at me from across the room. "Now... be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourself facing your own worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here..." He turns toward the covered caged on his desk. "I must ask you not to scream. It might provoke them." I leaned forward, and a few other students did to. He let the tension build and pulled of the cover revealing cornish pixies.

"Cornish pixies?"

"Freshly caught Cornish pixies." Seamus started laughing. "Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnegan, but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters. Let's see what you make of them now!" He opens the cage and the pixies started flying out. One of the pixies grabbed a black ink bottle and threw it on Tundra's nice, clean, white fur. That's going to be a bitch to clean out. Some other pixies grabbed my hair and pulled me out of my seat. Hermione ran over and began hitting the pixies away from me.

"Thanks." I said, grabbing a book.

"No problem."

"Come on now, round them up, round them up. They're only pixies. Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" The spell he used had no effect and a pixie grabbed his wand and threw it out the window. Lockhart than followed the crowd of fleading students.

"Where are you going!?" I call out.

"I'll ask you four to just nip the rest of them back into their cage." He said slamming the door.

"What do we do now?" Hermione grabbed my wand before a pixie could and raised it in the air.

"Immobilus!" The pixies freeze in midair.

"Why is it always me?" We looked up to see Neville hanging from a skeleton. I sighed and looked down.

***Time Skip***

We managed to get Neville and walked back to the common room to get ready for Quidditch practice. Tundra was pissed. "I don't know why you didn't let me eat one."

"And get blood all over your face. It bad enough that I have to get this ink out. I don't want to clean out clean up this ink, but I know you can't clean it out yourself."

"Oh, shut up!"