The class was very interesting; the professor brought us a unicorn and let the girls, because unicorns don't like males, pet it.
Its coat was so soft, and I immediately wished I could have it as a familiar, though it's something I'd still need to practice.
While we were stroking it, Professor Silvanus talked about unicorns' unique qualities and some encounters he had had with them.
I've seen many magical creatures, but never unicorns, which made this lesson especially exciting.
Marie loved the class, and when she stroked the unicorn, it was as if she had reached inner peace.
"This is one of the best classes we've ever had," she said.
"I agree with you, but there are other magical creatures besides unicorns. Some might be less gentle, yet just as fascinating."
"Professor Flitwick has a serious rival for the title of the teacher with the most engaging class."
"I don't think they're actually competing."
Marie was trying hard to forget that the next class was with Professor Lockhart.
It was only when she sat down that she realized which class we were in, and her joy faded.
Professor Lockhart made a grand entrance before starting his lesson.
"I---" he said, pointing to a giant painting of himself and then winking at himself, "am Gilderoy Lockhart, Knight of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the League for the Defense Against the Forces of Darkness, and five-time winner of the Witch's Heart Magazine's Most Charming Smile Award, but I don't want to talk about that. It wasn't with my smile that I got rid of the banshee that foretold death!"
"I already hate that he feels like the star of the class. He could stop bragging as if that's all he's good at."
It's true that he was a bit much, and we really didn't care that he had won the prize for the best smile. It was mainly due to his popularity that he had won that contest.
"I see you've all bought my complete works; well done. I thought we could start today with a little quiz. Don't worry, it's just to check if you've read my books properly."
"I really feel like he wants us to buy the new books instead of second-hand ones so he can get more money."
Before I could say anything, a paper appeared on my desk with a notorious question.
'Question 1: What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color? WAIT A MINUTE, IS HE SERIOUS?'
Unbelievable, but that's exactly like this teacher. Next to him, even Quirrell seems like the world's most qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Turning to look at Marie, I actually started to feel afraid of her. Her expression no longer just wished Lockhart's death; it seemed to curse him to eternal suffering.
I was scared, and most of the students had chills, while Professor Lockhart looked visibly uncomfortable.
As for the quiz, I think I'm not even going to try for a high score because of how pointless the questions are.
And knowing Marie, I'm sure she's barely holding back from ripping the sheet in half.
"I'll never forgive you for messing with me and wasting my time."
Marie's voice made me very uneasy; it was deeper than the abyss, so terrifying it would make the film Terrifier 3 seem like a children's film.
Answering a few questions and deciding to put nonsense on my paper, I seriously thought about asking Dumbledore for a waiver for this class.
After the quiz, Lockhart made some comments about the responses and then announced he wasn't feeling well, so the class ended early.
I immediately went off to send a letter to request a meeting with Dumbledore to discuss getting that waiver.