LOCKHART

the great, the talented, the heroic!

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[bob-belcher]

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like! for a starter/thread based in lockhart’s first arc!

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like! this post if you’re interested in having your character be involved in lockhart’s first arc! i’ll likely chat with ya via im to get an idea for what to do!

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ARC 1. STILL I FALL FROM GRACE WITH THIS MICROPHONE.

“My books wouldn’t have sold half as well if people didn’t think I’d done all those things.”

After Harry, Ron, and Hermione discovered Lockhart’s fraudulence when confronting him about the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, Lockhart knew his secret would be revealed soon. His books were not lies–all the stories were true (for the most part)–so much as appropriations.

Instead of letting three children have all the glory of exposing him, Lockhart decides to expose himself. He organizes a big event–a stage, an audience, and most importantly, himself–with the promise of his most shocking story yet. On the day of the event, crowds and crowds of wizards pool around the stage. When he shares the level of lies and deception he has been casting over all of the Wizarding World, the world does not respond kindly.

Lockhart now has to face the repercussions. Because his Memory Charms were impeccably done, the true heroes of his stories cannot attest to his duplicitous acts. That, along with his inordinate amount of money, leaves him untouched; he is not charged with committing any crimes. The public is enraged. Crowds of people protest outside his home. Wizards throw their copies of his books at his windows and toss them in piles as tall as hippogriffs (and some taller still) outside his door, barricading him inside. This does not end.

Lockhart has always wanted attention, but not like this. He shuts himself away in his home, safe from the masses. The large windows of his house (once left open so that passerbys may admire his handsome physique) have been closed off by thick, velvet curtains. His front door is decorated with protection spells far too crafty for him to have done himself. He does not leave. He does not go out. When he needs food or supplies, he escapes only under the cloak of night, like a sewer rat. He’s lost all respect. Worse, he’s lost all admiration! Inside, he is alone with only his thoughts. Now is the time for reflection. That is, if he can get past his own self pity first.

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ARC 1. STILL I FALL FROM GRACE WITH THIS MICROPHONE.

“My books wouldn’t have sold half as well if people didn’t think I’d done all those things.”

After Harry, Ron, and Hermione discovered Lockhart’s fraudulence when confronting him about the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, Lockhart knew his secret would be revealed soon. His books were not lies--all the stories were true (for the most part)--so much as appropriations.

Instead of letting three children have all the glory of exposing him, Lockhart decides to expose himself. He organizes a big event--a stage, an audience, and most importantly, himself--with the promise of his most shocking story yet. On the day of the event, crowds and crowds of wizards pool around the stage. When he shares the level of lies and deception he has been casting over all of the Wizarding World, the world does not respond kindly.

Lockhart now has to face the repercussions. Because his Memory Charms were impeccably done, the true heroes of his stories cannot attest to his duplicitous acts. That, along with his inordinate amount of money, leaves him untouched; he is not charged with committing any crimes. The public is enraged. Crowds of people protest outside his home. Wizards throw their copies of his books at his windows and toss them in piles as tall as hippogriffs (and some taller still) outside his door, barricading him inside. This does not end.

Lockhart has always wanted attention, but not like this. He shuts himself away in his home, safe from the masses. The large windows of his house (once left open so that passerbys may admire his handsome physique) have been closed off by thick, velvet curtains. His front door is decorated with protection spells far too crafty for him to have done himself. He does not leave. He does not go out. When he needs food or supplies, he escapes only under the cloak of night, like a sewer rat. He’s lost all respect. Worse, he’s lost all admiration! Inside, he is alone with only his thoughts. Now is the time for reflection. That is, if he can get past his own self pity first.

[laurippo]

THE GREAT AND POWERFUL GILDEROY LOCKHART!!!!!

so shiny

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     @lockcharm !

     there’s a moment where oscaar ignores gilderoy. he’s snapping the fingers of his left hand, the other signalling for silence. a particularly strong-willed novel on dragons flutters five feet above their heads, the focus of his attentions. it’s when he clicks his tongue that the book circles downward slowly, taking its time. when it finally settles in his hand, oscaar’s eyes flit over towards the wizard.

               “ — yes ? ”

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There’s a stack of Lockhart’s books floating beside him (wingardium leviosa is not an especially difficult spell, hence its place in his limited arsenal).

          “Awfully sorry, but you’ll have to move back. It’s hard, I know, believe me, I know, I have a nearly irresistible gravitational pull, but you really must grant me some space. This room will be flooded with hundreds of fans in just a moment and I couldn’t bear seeing one like yourself in harm’s way.”

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tonkadora:

     tonks backs further into the corner, a strip of light drawn over her eyes where she glances between the gaps in the staircase at the bustling, bumbling, babbling crowd. 

     she looks back at him with a steady, petulant jaw.

     “you’re gonna have to do better than that, lockhart.”

He stands there, frozen, too greedy to freely offer up any more. Each time the bell above the door chimes his shoulders tense, his eyes tick toward the entrance but never on it, he daren’t actually look to see if they’ve found him. He can’t face those faces--those angry, upset, righteous faces. His hand twirls--prompting her, beckoning her--his pace hurries.

          “Yes, alright, name your price, then. Quickly, quickly. Out with it.”

[tonkadora]

            me halfway through shaving my legs: I don’t              want to do this anymore

                        INDIE BOOK-CANON OOTP/HBP NYMPHADORA TONKS

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     @lockcharm !

     “ with all due respect, sir, you need to focus. ” 

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An interesting turn of phrase. In the eyes of all witches and wizards, Lockhart has been stripped of respect (worse, stripped of admiration). For Gilderoy Lockhart, there is no respect due. Not after he unveiled (to an impressively large audience) that he is not the man he claims to be in his The Daily Prophet best seller listed books.

Which is what makes the phrase--more importantly, Hermione--interesting. She, against all odds and logic, respects him. Or is it pity?

The large windows of his house (once left open so that passerbys may admire him) have been blocked with thick, velvet curtains. Little light has made it in. So little, that his grown out five o’clock shadow is unable to be seen.

He is unfocused. More than that, he is sulking. He is miserable. Lockhart is sat at his desk, all his books aligned, spines out, on the back upper shelf. He’s slumped over, elbow on the table, head in his hand. The homely (yet still highly fashionable) robe he is wearing swallows his figure. His hair looks uncharacteristically wild and unbrushed.

          “And what good is focus to me? When I have nothing to focus on. All I have is lost! It’s true, my books are selling better than ever, but not out of love! No, no, out of-- out of hate! People hate me! I am worse than a nobody! I’m a laughing stock!”

In a theatrical fit of upset, he shoves his books off the desk shelf and onto the floor.

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“To Miss Granger, wishing you a speedy recovery, from your concerned teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five-time winner of Witch Weekly’s Most-Charming-Smile Award.”

okay but... as self centered and as selfishly motivated the letter may be, he is still.. the only prof that actually wished hermione well (i think?). like... i mean... as ridiculous as it is... doesn’t it still come off as... kinda nice??

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[hyppogriff]

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today is the day lockhart sends himself 100 valentines and makes sure everyone sees them and secretly just wants a single gosh dang person to really love him. and give him a smooch.

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