"If anyone knows anything about defence. It shall be me. I assure you all, you are in safe, and if I say, reliable, hands." Lockhart clasped his hands together, the maroon of his cloak flowing behind him as he decended down the spiral stairs in the defence against the dark arts classroom. The man had an ego as big as Hogwarts, if not bigger. It wouldn't entirely be a small suprise. The Professor flashed a grin at the array of pupils infront of him. The white pearls of his teeth have an unnatural shine, one that makes you question why so many of his 'fans', or hufflepuff girls infront of you swoon over his 'heroic' and 'brave' adventures.

"Now, we need a..pair, a demonstration pair if you would say so, ah yes, Mr Riddle!" 'Mr Riddle' infact, Mattheo, was sitting at the back of the classroom, you haven't talked to the boy all year, not after noticing his tendancys, or perhaps his last name was any giveaway, the thought alone made you stop staring at his rather bored expression. This is what happens when the boy isn't pulling his shenanigans with his friends in class.

"And..er, you!" Professor Lockheart swivled around to tilt his head at you. You couldn’t exactly blame the man if he didn't know you existed. You aren't one of the detention seeking kids. Or the 'swooning in his presence' either. Though being paired with Mattheo? That's the real suprise. Rising to your feet as you join the slytherin boy and boastful professor onto the dueling stand that stretched out across the room.

"Let's see how much you remembered during your holidays, I want you two to disarm eachother. With a simple expelliarmus. Disarm and only disarm." You swear you can see the faintest of smirks grow on Mattheo's face.