Who: Morag MacDougal & Sylvie Fawcett Where: Ravenclaw Dorms When: Second Year Why: Morag needs help with her Defence Homework
Usually Morag didn't mind homework. It wasn't her favourite thing to do, that was for sure but she didn't hate it like some people did. Yet, she just couldn't finish this defence homework and she was becoming frustrated. It couldn't be that hard! And she had to get it down or Professor Lockhart might be disappointed and she didn't want that!! She pulled back the curtain from around her bed (her favourite place to do homework at the moment because it was usually quiet and it was very very comfy!) and called out "Has anyone finished the defence homework?" to any of her room mates that happened to be around. Hopefully someone was there! She hadn't checked and could easily just be talking to an empty room. Hopefully not though because Morag thought all her room mates were clever and would hopefully at least know a little more about this defence homework than she did.
Sylvie Fawcett was indeed in the room, avoiding this third year she had snogged and now seemed to think they were dating or something (eugh!). As if she could ever settle down with anyone...except maybe their beyond dreamy Defence Agaist the Dark Arts teacher. Sylvie had certainly never cared so much about the class last year when Quirrell was teaching it last year, scrawling down her essays in her messy handwriting, and drawing pictures in the margins of her notes of their teacher and his funny hat.
Sylvie was rapt at every class this year, though! She'd been making an effort to slow down the writing on her homework so that, while it would never look neat per se, managed to at least look a bit legible. At the moment, she was just finishing up on her homework, drawing little stars and hearts in the margins because she was pretty sure Professor Lockhart would like them. Or at least notice them and Sylvie always felt special when he noticed her or called on her and...oui.
"I've just finished," Sylvie told Morag. While she, too, was sitting on her bed, she'd left the curtains open for study, in hopes that she might be distracted once she went to work on Potions.
"Great!" Morag said happily. Maybe Sylvie Fawcett wasn't the best person to ask for notes, her writing being barely legible but it was better than nothing. "Do you think you can help me?" she asked. "I, um," Might've been a bit distracted by Lockhart's smile (it won awards for a reason!) last class. "didn't get all the notes in class." Not that all the notes would've really helped considering Lockhart's teaching ability but Morag didn't realise this, she thought he was a great teacher! "I'll help you with any homework in return." she offered.
Gilderoy Lockhart did have a very charming smile. Sylvie could certainly understand how it would be easy to be lost in in it and just stare at him all class. The fact that she wanted to impress him probably had more to do with her good marks in the class than anything else. So, grabbing the current DADA book and her notes, Sylvie went over to Morag's bed and sat down beside her friend.
"What part didn't you get?" she asked, "Because I bet it's here in Travels With Trolls." Paging through the book until she got to a point in chapter four, Sylvie pointed out, "See, he covered all of this in the last class, plus there's a tonne of extra info here, too!"
DADA wasn't one of Morag's strongest subjects even without the distraction of having Lockhart studying it so she was struggling in it a bit this year. She was definitely trying though! She wanted to do well, well she wanted to do well in all her classes but this one for different reasons than others. Not that she thought Professor Lockhart would like snog her or anything, it would just be nice if he complimented her on her work.
Morag took the book of Sylvie, quickly skimming through the page Sylvie had opened too. "Yes! Thank you so much Sylvie!" she said gratefully. "I guess I just got a little distracted in class." she admitted sheepishly.
"It's pretty easy, isn't it?" Sylvie replied, falling back so she was lying on Mo's bed as she smiled at the top of the canopy. "I didn't know people that good-looking were allowed to exist, and Jerome always told me they fixed up his photos in Witch Weekly, but he looks even better in person and I so can't wait to tell Jerome that over Christmas."
Sylvie knew realistically that she was twelve, and therefor Professor Lockhart wasn't going to snog her either...yet. But she was only four years and a few months from being of age, and then once she was legal, they'd be able to start planning their wedding, which would totally blow Jerome and Tessa's out of the water.
And don't tell her it wasn't going to happen in a million years, because Sylvie was still at the age where she would happily cover her ears and say "la la la, can't hear you!" despite how mature she liked to say she was.
"I know!" Morag agreed. "I can't believe some people don't think he's good looking. Obviously they haven't looked at him." Really, what wasn't to love about Professor Lockhart? He was absolutely gorgeous! She was pretty sure most girls, from 1st year to 7th would agree with that. "I don't think they fix up his photos!" she added. "There's no need to, there's nothing to fix up."
Morag hadn't started planning a wedding or anything, she was a little more realistic than that and she was content with just staring at Lockhart during class. She couldn't believe they had someone as famous as Gilderoy Lockhart teaching her! She was never, ever going to drop Defence (once she was old enough to get the chance)! Not while there was such a great professor teaching it!
Sylvie would have definitely agreed with Mo's assessment. Minus girls who were into other girls, or who were still under the impression that boys had cooties, she couldn't see how anyone could find someone like Gilderoy Lockhart unattractive. He was obviously the fittest man ever.
"Well if they don't want to, I'll look for them," Sylvie said with a bit of a giggle, rolling her head to the side to look over at Morag instead of the canopy. "I think I could look all day and be happy! You don't think he'll get affected by the curse, do you?"
Sylvie frowned a bit at that thought. Her brothers had told her about the curse that had given them a different DADA teacher every year, and it would be absolutely terrible if Lockhart wouldn't be back next year.
Morag giggled too, "Me too!" she agreed. "If they don't want to look at him it's their loss!" A huge loss because who wouldn't want to look at that perfect face! It would be bad to be one of the 6th or 7th years who had dropped it before Lockhart became professor. Those poor people were missing out!
Oh. The curse. Morag had conveniently forgotten about that in her hopes that Lockhart would teach her forever (well, until the end of 7th year and right now that seemed like forever away). She shook her head. "He can't get affected! People who are that good looking should be curse resistant!"
Sylvie was glad she wasn't planning on dropping DADA once she took her OWLs (not when there were more boring classes to drop!), but she had to agree. It would really suck to have dropped the class just to have Lockhart come in to be the teacher the next year.
"Do you think anyone has told him about the curse?" Sylvie asked with a small frown, "Because if he knows about it, I'll bet he'll be able to come up with a curse repellant! Since he's so good and all. Do you think we should tell him so he's not caught unaware?"
"Ooh! That's a great idea!" Morag agreed excitedly. "He probably knows tons of repellents to stop the curse! He's dealt with so many tricky things before!" Compared to most of the things he'd done repelling a curse like that would probably be almost nothing. Once he'd protected himself from the curse he'd be free to stay at Hogwarts for the rest of Sylvie and Morag's schooling (and longer if he really wanted but that didn't really matter). "Maybe we should tell him after next class!" she suggested. They could make sure they looked extra pretty for that class and then stay afterwards to tell him all about the curse. "I bet he'd be really grateful to find out about it too!" she said. "We might become his favourites after that!!"
Sylvie was pretty sure she really, really wanted to be one of Professor Lockhart's favourites. "We'll definitely tell him!" she said excitedly, pushing herself back up into a sitting position again and crossing her legs, "We'll have to let him know it's because we really want to make sure he's safe so he doesn't think we're trying to do it for some ulterior motive, like trying to get better marks." Because if Lockhart thought of Sylvie like that, she was pretty sure she would die. She'd hate to be seen as like that by the one man she could ever see herself wanting to marry, and she was not going to let her future plans of being Sylvie Lockhart be ruined by saying something stupid at the age of twelve.
"Yeah, we'll definitely have to make sure of that!" Morag agreed. It would be absolutely terrible if Lockhart thought of them as people who just wanted extra marks. Morag liked to think she was able to get good marks without the need to suck up to any teachers. It was really only for Lockhart's own good and, well, a little (or a lot) for Morag and Sylvie's viewing pleasure. Mainly for Lockhart though! "We can work out what we'll say to him so we don't accidentally say something bad."
"That sounds like a great idea!" Sylvie agreed, "It'll be perfect! Let's start right now!"