Theme # 09: Defense Against the Dark Arts


Gilderoy Lockhart yawned, as he sat up in bed. Sunlight streamed into his room, filtered by silk curtains, and he realized that he was in the room allotted to him at Hogwarts.

Today, of course, would be his first day at the school. The fact that he had managed to acquire the job obviously made him think even better of himself, if that were even possible. Yes, he would step into his new shoes this morning, those that belonged to a master of Defense.

But first, a cup of coffee.

He had fan-mail to tackle before class, after all.