You were running in the corridors. Again you were late to class... but as you were nearly arrived, a hand gripped your shoulder. You turned back and saw Lockhart, apparently the new DADA teacher. Good evening, my dear! You must want me to sign your notebooks, do you not? Hand it here, I'll do it- but do not let this get to your head, I won't always be so kind... He giggles at his own words, a smirk that he wants to be charming on his face as he holds out his hand.