COVENTINA ROLLED HER EYES, as she sense someone following her.

"Come out."

"All right, Coventina? I'm -I'm Colin Creevey," he said breathlessly, taking
a tentative step forward. "I'm in Gryffindor, too. D'you think - would it
be all right if - can I have a picture?" he said, raising the camera hopefully.

"A picture?" Coventina repeated blankly. "So I can prove I've met you," said Colin Creevey eagerly, edging
further forward.

"I know all about you. Everyone's told me. About how you survived when You-Know- Who tried to kill you and how he disappeared and everything and how you've still got a lightning scar on your forehead and a boy in my dormitory said if I develop the film in the right potion, the pictures'll
move."

Colin drew a great shuddering breath of excitement and said, "It's amazing here, isn't it? I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hogwarts. My dad's a milkman, he couldn't believe it either. So I'm taking loads of pictures to send home to him. And it'd be really good if I had one of you" - he looked imploringly at Coventina.

"maybe your friend could take it and I could stand next to you? And then, could you sign it?"

"Wow, what about good morning? How are you?" Rabastan asks sarcasticly. "It's a muggle, what are you surprise about?" Bellatrix rolls her eyes.

"Listen kid, first thing it's 'Good morning' and second it's no. I dislike taking picture but I can sigh your paper so here." Coventina give a quick signature with her own pen.

"She did a smart thing." Regulus smiles, "Like?" Lily raise brow.

"She signed it with her own pen and not the boy's and also her signature was quick which people would not know
if it was her or not in case the boy tried something." Regulus shrugs.

"Oh." Lily nods.

"What an idiot." Achilles tsk annoys
and looks back at the screen.

"Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter?" Loud and scathing, Pansy Parkinson's voice echoed around theccourtyard.

She had stopped right behind Colin, flanked, as she always was at Hogwarts, by his large and thuggish cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Everyone line up!" Parkinson roared to the crowd. "Potter's giving out signed photos!" "No, I'm not," said Coventina firmly.

"That girl is really fucking jealous of our princess!" Marlene scoffs loudly.

"Calm down, lioness." Rabastan smiles at Marlene's blushes.

"Shut up, Parkinpon, You're just jealous," piped up Colin, whose entire body was about as thick as Crabbe's neck.

"jealous?"said Parkinson, who didn't need to shout anymore: half the
courtyard was listening in. "Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself." Crabbe and Goyle were sniggering stupidly.

"You don't want to start any trouble or your Mommy'll have to come and take you away from school." She put on a shrill, piercing voice. "If you put another toe out of line' - "

"That fucking brat-!" James grits his teeth, his eyes getting colder wanting nothing more than to get rid of that girl.

"Chill, Malachi, let Coventina deal
with it." Achilles says smoothly as
he apparate next to him.

James tsk and nods slowly, he take a deep breath and keep watching.

"Ah, quiet the spoiled brat are not you? If I was you, I would watch my back." Coventina said coldly. "Or what?" Parkinson scoffed, Coventina smiled and walked toward her.

"Or I could ruin your dear family, like who would not believe the Wizard World's savior when she said that the Parkinson family work for You-know- who and attacked me? Hm?" She smirked.

"Carefull, I could careless when your father or mother go to Akzaban." She added lowly. "Now shoo, get lost, doggie." Coventina stepped back and walked away.

"And she ate!" Dorcas Meadows finally talks after waking up from her slumber.

"Totally!" Marlene grins and quickly asks Mortem for a beer which Mortem hide in a coca cola glass bottle.

"What's all this, what's all this?" Gilderoy Lockhart was striding toward them, his turquoise robes swirling behind him. "Who's giving out signed photos?"

Covenyina sighs with annoyance as Lockhart flung an arm around her shoulders and thundered jovially, "Shouldn't have asked! We meet again, Coventina!"

"He never learn does he?" Rabastan state outloud.

"Can we kill him?" Alphard exclaim dramaticallly. "So that's where Sirius's get it from." Remina thought.

"Come on then, Mr. Creevey," said Lockhart, beaming at Colin. "A double portrait, can't do better than that, and we'll both sign it for you."

Colin fumbled for his camera and took the picture as the bell rang behind them, signaling the start of afternoon classes and leave an humiliated Parkinson.

"Off you go, move along there," Lockhart called to the crowd, and he set off back to the castle with Coventina who looked so done with life.

"Me and you, both."

"A word to the wise, Coventna," said Lockhart paternally as they entered the building through a side door. "I covered up for you back there with young Creevey - if he was photogra- phing me, too, your schoolmates won't think you're setting yourself up so much..." Lockhart swept her down a corridor lined with staring students and up a staircase.

"Let me just say that handing out signed pictures at this stage of your career isn't sensible - looks a tad bigheaded, Coventina, to be frank. There may well come a time when, like me, you'll need to keep a stack handy wherever you go, but" - he gave a little chortle - "I don't think you're quite there yet." They had reached Lockhart's classroom and he let Coventina go at last.

"I will kill him," She thought annoyed.

Coventina yanked hee robes straight and headed for a seat at the very
back of the class, where she busied himself with piling all seven of
Lockhart's books in front of him, so that he could avoid looking at the
real thing.

Sirius caress his chin thinking aboyut all the ways he could get Lockhart kill with Marlene.

While Lily was glaring at Achiles who was talking with Euphemia so naturally.

The rest of the class came clattering in, and Aelora and Anastacius sat down on either side of Coventina.

"You okay, Venti?" Aelora asked worriedly. "I am not fine, Lockhart
is getting on my nerve." She scoffed.

"I will take care of it." Anastacius smirks. "Good."

When the whole class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly
and silence fell. He reached forward, picked up Weasley's copy of Travels with Trolls, and held it up to show his own, winking portrait on the front.

"Me," he said, pointing at it and winking as well. "Gilderoy Lockhart,
Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force
Defense League, and five-time 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!"

He waited for them to laugh; a few people smiled weakly. "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-" Anastacius yawned.

When he had handed out the test papers he returned to the front of
the class and said, "You have thirty minutes - start - now!"

Coventina looked down at her paper and read:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart 's favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his
ideal gift be?

"He is a narcissic is not he?" Barty mutters loud enough for others to
hear.

"He is," Regulus nods.

Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and rifled through them in front of the class. "Tut, tut - hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in Year with the Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully - I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all
magic and non-magic peoples - though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogdeds Old Firewhisky!"

He gave them another roguish wink. Weasley was now staring at Lockhart with an expression of disbelief on his face; Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, who were sitting in front, were shaking with silent laughter.

Weasley, on the other hand, was listening to Lockhart with rapt attention and gave a start when he mentioned her name.

". . . but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the
world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions - good
girl! In fact" - he flipped her paper over - "full marks! Where is Miss
Hermione Granger?"

"Teacher's pet."

"I love that song!" Marlene grins,"What son?" Rabastan asks curiously. "A mugle song." She shrugs.

"I will listen to it." Rabastan shrugs.

Granger raised a trembling hand.

"Excellent!" beamed Lockhart. "Quite excellent! Take ten points for
Gryffindor! And so - to business -" He bent down behind his desk and lifted a large, covered cage onto it.

"Now - be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. All I ask is that you remain calm."

In spite of himself, Weasley leaned around his pile of books for a better look at the cage. Lockhart placed a hand on the cover. Dean and
Seamus had stopped laughing now.

"Something tell me that he is going to
be a useless professor." Lilia Malfoy thought.

"I must ask you not to scream," said Lockhart in a low voice. "It might
provoke them." As the whole class held its breath, Lockhart whipped off the cover.

"Yes," he said dramatically. "Freshly caught Cornish pixies. " Seamus Finnigan couldn't control himself. He let out a snort of laughter that even Lockhart couldn't mistake for a scream of terror.

"Yes?" He smiled at Seamus. "Well, they're not - they're not very - dangerous, are they?" Seamus choked. "Don't be so sure!" said Lockhart, waggling a finger annoyingly at Seamus.

"Devilish tricky little blighters they can be!" The pixies were electric blue and about eight inches high, with pointed faces and voices so shrill it was like listening to a lot of budgies
arguing.

The moment the cover had been removed, they had started jabbering and rocketing around, rattling the bars and making bizarre faces at the people nearest them. "Right, then," Lockhart said loudly.

"Let's see what you make of them!" And he opened the cage. It was pandemonium. The pixies shot in every direction like rockets. Two of them seized Dean by the ears and lifted him into the air. Several shot straight through the window, showering the back row with broken glass.

"I always hate those little shits
too," Sirius murmured.

"We know." Peter sighs.

"Fuck you too, wormtail."

The rest proceeded to wreck the classroom more effectively than a rampaging rhino. They grabbed ink bottles and sprayed the class with them, shredded books and papers, tore pictures from the walls, up- ended the waste basket, grabbed bags and books and threw them out of the smashed window.

Within minutes, half the class was sheltering under desks and Dean was swinging from the iron chandelier in the ceiling.

"Come on now - round them up, round them up, they're only pixies,"
Lockhart shouted. He rolled up his sleeves, brandished his wand, and bellowed, "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!"
It had absolutely no effect; one of the pixies seized his wand and threw it out of the window, too.

Lockhart gulped and dived under his
own desk, narrowly avoiding being squashed by Dean, who fell a
second later as the chandelier gave way.

The bell rang and there was a mad rush toward the exit. In the relative
calm that followed, Lockhart straightened up, caught sight of Coventina, Anastacius and Aelora and said,

"Well, I'll ask you three to just nip the rest of them back into their cage." He swept past them and shut the door quickly behind him.

"That little shit!!" Sirius swears.

"Langu-" "English!"

"That man will be six feet under at the end of this." James mutters coldly. "As you wish." Achilles nods.

"You know what?" Coventina smirks, "Densaugeo!" Coventina cast and watch Lockhart's teeth grow out of control as they walked out.

Many in the hall starts laughing
as loud as possible.

"Well done!"

"So cool!! Hahah!"