Who: Gilderoy Lockhart & Dempster Wiggleswade When: Afternoon; 11 August 1980 Where: Diagon Alley What: Gilderoy being dandy and Dempster coming along for the ride. Rating: PG. Status: Complete.
A wide smile graced Gilderoy's chiselled face as he let the door bang behind him. He turned abruptly, an exaggerated look of apology on his face as he shrugged and waved to the lady behind the till. She shook her head at him and smiled abashedly, her eyes elsewhere. By the time she had lifted her gaze to watch him leave from the window he was probably already gone. Poor girl, he thought to himself.
He peeped into the large bag he'd left the shop with and found himself admiring his own good taste once more. His mother must have gotten doolally in her old age because she bought the most hideous of interior decorative pieces in the autumn stage of her life. It was quite saddening, because Gilderoy had always remembered her as a woman with impeccable taste in everything. He did intend to sell the stately home very soon (which meant as soon as he could be bothered appointing the right people to take care of it for him) and use some of the money to go travelling around the world, but the curtains in the second lounge were awful and he couldn't possibly let them stay any longer.
Impulse buying was Gilderoy's speciality, and as it were, he was strolling past Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlour when it struck again. He usually went with the more unorthodox of flavours, but today Diagon Alley was quite busy what with the future Hogwarts students buying their supplies already. The last thing he wanted was for them to think him strange. Ah Hogwarts, the glory days. Fantastic. He eyed a handsome male youth with an obvious expression of distaste, before entering the shop and ordering a three-scoop chocolate ice-cream. How he did like to indulge sometimes!
As soon as Gilderoy received the ice-cream and paid his knuts, he was out of there faster than one could say 'dairy'. So many children. Not Hogwarts-age children, but children. He almost visibly shuddered. His arm ached quite badly with the curtains and the books that he'd bought (and would probably never get around to reading), and he pouted. It was a melodramatic pout, but that didn't matter because some young ladies were eyeing him from across the way and he was more than happy to divulge his handsome mannerisms.