"Ms. Lockhart?" he asked.
"No," I said, laughing. Beside me Jacob was laughing too. " Gilderoy Lockhart."
"Harry, Harry, Harry..." Lockhart always says in a condescending tone, or he gets his picture made with Harry, or accuses him of begging for fame. I just don't understand how some one can be so full of it when he's famous for stuff he didn't do. If I was him I'd be scared to death that someone would expose me.
Today I've read almost half of Chamber of Secrets. I actually think it's my least favorite in the series, though I hate some parts of the fifth book when Harry's just feeling sorry for himself. I do love this book because it introduces the whole horcrux thing, which reminds me of the sixth book which is one of my favorites. I really can't say I dislike any of the books, but this one... hmm... well I guess I take that back about the second being my least favorite. The fourth is not one of my favourites but by the time I get on to that one I'll probably have changed my mind again.
Anyways I took a break from reading before I finish this chapter and start APUSH homework and beginning work on my narrative. Chapter Eleven, The Dueling Club.
"'As you see we are holding our wants in the accepted combative position,' Lockhart told the silent crowd. 'On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course.'
'I wouldn't bet on that,' Harry murmered, watching Snape barring his teeth."
To be honest, right now I wouldn't mind if Snape did away with Lockhart. But soon I will be appeased and Lockhart will be in St. Mungo's.
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