Rosalyn was in Defence Against the Dark Arts. There were several reasons she wasn't looking forward to this lesson, and she couldn't find any reasons she was.

When the class went in, Rosalyn and Hermione had moved to go together, but Rosalyn's place had been taken by Susan Bones, Rosalyn had scowled at Susan, but because she was such a nice girl, Susan didn't recognise her scowl and took it for a smile, which, of course, Rosalyn didn't return.

She sat down at a desk a few rows behind Hermione, and Dean Thomas joined her. Rosalyn still didn't smile, her face remained stony.

Gilderoy Lockhart, in her opinion, was a git that hadn't done anything that he claimed to have done. He had such a swollen head that he couldn't see clearly, especially when people wanted left alone, and she hated him so much.

And he was just about to prove her entirely right.

"Let me introduce you to your new defence against the dark arts teacher," he said, coming out of a doorway at the top of the classroom. "Me. Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, honourary member, of the dark force defence league, and five times winner, of the Witch Weekly's most charming smile award." Hermione and Susan sighed with lovestruck smiles on their faces, and Rosalyn was suddenly glad that she didn't sit next to her best friend. They were doing to much simpering for her liking, whilst she rolled her eyes, listening to more of the waffle that Lockhart had to say.

"But I don't talk about that, after all, I didn't get rid of the bandon banshee by smiling at it, did I?" He gave an exaggerated smile and Rosalyn had a sudden impulse to smile back, so she put on the most cheesy, wide smile she could muster, her face hurt but she didn't care. Lockhart looked at her and said. "Ah, I see Miss Potter here is a huge admirer, she even wants to look like me!" The boys looked round at her and laughed, the girls gave her dirty looks. All but Lockhart knew she was being sarcastic.

Rosalyn resumed her normal face shape, looking at Lockhart with the utmost disgust.

"Great, great, and I see you all have a complete set of my books, as well, though you all probably had them already."

Rosalyn said loudly. "Oh yes, Sir, I've read them all, I love the part where you curl back in fear and let everyone else do the work, then take credit for their efforts."

The smile on Lockhart's face faltered and the boys all laughed openly. Rosalyn got looks of poison from Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil and her twin, Padma.

"You must have misread, Miss Potter," Lockhart said testily. "But anyway, I thought we might start off today with a little quiz, nothing to worry about, just to see how well you know your, legendary teacher." Lockhart boasted, Rosalyn bit her tongue to stop herself saying another cutting remark.

He handed out a sheet of A4 paper, double sided, to everyone, then said, "you have thirty minutes, start, now!"

Rosalyn turned over her paper and read:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite colour?
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

And it went on and on for two sides of paper, until:

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

Rosalyn grew more and more irritated after reading every question, and thought, if I don't write anything, he'll ask me why I haven't, and I can tell him the truth...

And so she put her head down, and for a whole thirty minutes, didn't write a word.

Lockhart soon collected in the papers, or asked Rosalyn to, she put hers at the bottom, and by mistake, Hermione's was second bottom. Rosalyn put the papers on Lockhart's desk and he ruffled through them.

"Tut, tut, basically none of you remembered that my favourite colour is lilac, I said so in Year with a Yeti, and you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more closely, I state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magical and non-magical people's..."

"Oh, well, that's going to happen," Rosalyn said softly, but loudly. "Yeah, I think that Voldemort's going to lay down his weapons to you! I mean, no one's ever been able to do it before but, if you think you're so great, go ahead, and while you're at it-"

"Thank you, Miss Potter," Lockhart said, flinching, as everyone did, at the name. "I know that I said that was my ideal gift, but I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Odgen's firewhiskey!"

He gave an over exaggerated wink, and Harry, Seamus, Dean and Ron, following Rosalyn's example, all winked even more exaggeratedly back. Lockhart went back to looking through the papers.

"But Miss Granger knew my secret ambition was to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions - Good girl! In fact-" he checked Hermione's paper, reading all her answers, which, Rosalyn had no doubt, were all right. "Full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione raised a hand, blushing.

"Excellent, take ten points to Gryffindor!'

Rosalyn gripped the edge of her desk, what Hermione had gained may well be what she had lost a few minutes later. Lockhart was looking at her poor score.

"And so, the last paper it from Miss Rosalyn Potter..." The boys had been waiting for this, and they looked at her hopefully now, she mouthed, "don't worry," and waited for Lockhart to do the rest. "Miss Potter, your paper is blank, how do explain this?"

Rosalyn said. "I just didn't know the answers, maybe it's because I choose what books I read... carefully."

Lockhart still had a slight smile on his face, so he said. "Carefully, what do you mean, carefully?"

Rosalyn put on an innocent voice, but it was still her own. "I just don't read books by authors who I think are frauds, you know?"

Lockhart was trying to look like he didn't know what she was talking about, as he said. "What are you talking about Miss Potter?"

She cocked her head to the side, smirking, she had caught him. "I'm just saying that if you had wanted me to write what I really thought, you would've been alot more shocked and embarrassed than you are now."

Lockhart, going red, said. "Perfectly- perfectly fine Miss Potter, let's get on with the lesson, shall we?"

Rosalyn smirked. Ron and Harry mouthed, "brilliant," to her, and Neville stared at her, mouth half open, flushing.

Lockhart was trying to hide his face from the students, saying. "Now, it is my job to arm you against the most gruesome creatures known to wizard kind." He tapped a cage covered with a purple cloth, and it rattled. "You may find yourself facing your worst fears in this room, but you don't need to worry, because I will always be here to protect you." Rosalyn rolled her eyes. "I must ask you not to scream, it might provoke them!"

He uncovered the cage and everyone saw many purply-blue creatures in there, screaming.

"Cornish pixies?" Seamus asked, on the verge of laughter.

"Freshly caught Cornish pixies, Mr Finnigan," Lockhart warned. "Laugh if you will, but these blighters can be devilishly tricky, let's see what you make of them!"

And he opened the cage.

At first it felt surreal to Rosalyn. Surely, Lockhart, however incompetent he was, couldn't have done that, but he had. And Rosalyn balled her fists at the thought of it.

The pixies flew out and wreaked havoc. They picked up books, two picked up Neville by the ears, pulled him up to the ceiling and hung him on the chandelier.

"Let me down!"

Rosalyn, Ron, Hermione and Harry hid under desks and whacked the odd pixie with a book. One got hold of Hermione's hair, "hold still!" Rosalyn yelled over the din, and hit it with a book.

"Peskipixy Pesternomi!" Lockhart recited, but a pixie stole his wand, and taunted him with it on top of a skull. One of the creatures cut the chain holding it to the roof, and the whole skeleton came tumbling down.

Out of ideas, Lockhart ran up the stairs to his office and said to the quartet. "I'll just ask you four to nip them back into the cage for me," the slammed the door.

"What do we do now?" Ron asked desperately, trying to stop the pixies getting him.

"That absolute idiot!" Rosalyn seethed, batting pixies away with her wand.

Hermione, however, had a better idea, she jumped to her feet, not caring about the pixies around her and yelled. "Immobulus!"

Everything stopped. The pixies that were flying suspended in the air. They floated around lazily and looked dazed.

"Well done, Hermione!" Rosalyn congratulated as Hermione put her wand in her pocket.

Neville was as red as a tomato and he said in despair. "Why's it always me?"