Lockhart dropped his weapon as he was torn apart from Lucy by a force stronger than anything he'd ever been able to conjure. His head was still reeling as he sank back against the wall. He briefly thought that maybe this was one of those dreams like Aurea and people had been talking about.
But if this were a dream, James Potter would be here, not Amelia Bones. Unless Lockhart was really entering a new phase in his life.
Amelia was pretty in a mousy sort of way, he supposed.
But now was not the time. Lockhart's eyes spun around, trying to find some new impromptu shield as it seemed apparent Lucy was not done with her tirade. Worst case scenario, the stairs were nearby.
"I was just studying! And she went all crazy! Look at her!" Amelia would see sense. Nevermind that he had clearly gotten in a hit or two of his own.