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Weekends were always a nice break from the constant classes of weekdays. The most Gilderoy ever had to do was catch up on homework he couldn’t finish during the weekdays. Yet he could be more relaxed about that as he had today and Sunday to worry about it. Besides with how amazing he was the amount of work he didn’t have time to finish already was very small. Prefect duties were starting to get in the way of his schedule in the beginning but he had found a nice balance a few weeks into the school year. He just had to admit defeat and couldn’t sign up for every night patrol like he had planned. Still he enjoyed being a prefect as much as he thought it would.

It was around lunch time as he was digging through his school trunk trying to find where he had misplaced a book. Gilderoy could have sworn he had just had his transfiguration book a few days ago. Yet now it was missing but he did find something else in his search. A gift he couldn’t believe he had forgotten about till now. He was going to have to forget about his class work for a moment as this had become a far more important goal for today. If it was a normal person finding them wouldn’t have been a hard challenge. Gilderoy could have asked around and probably gotten an answer but this was someone harder to track down.

Gilderoy was determined to not forget about the gift this time. It wasn’t in anyway because he was a little embarrassed in himself that he forgot in the first place. Walking toward the Hufflepuff common room with a smallish box he searched along the way. The library and everywhere along the way seemed clear. Thankfully stoping by the great hall was a good decision. It was lunch time after all there were plenty of students eating and so was the person he was looking for. Sure, she was sitting at the Hufflepuff table and normally they sat at their assigned tables but this was him after all. Gilderoy would be welcome just about anywhere that he sat anyway. Sadly Fiona wasn’t here though, it seemed all the Hufflepuffs he knew were avoiding him somehow.

Taking a seat across from the blonde, Gilderoy just smiled. “There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you for awhile now.” Gilderoy greeted Cordelia in a way but also hid the fact that he had totally forgot till now about the gift. “You just kept disappearing. You should go into spy work, hiding and taking pictures. At least I think that’s what muggle spies do..” Gilderoy started to realize he hadn’t even given the girl a chance to speak yet. “Sorry I’m being rude. How’ve you been Cordelia? How was your summer?”

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[cordelia regan smith]

@lockhart

Eating lunch on her own was infinitely easier to achieve than breakfast and dinner ever were. The crowded tables forced one to sit shoulder to shoulder, and while Cordelia was fine with being in cramped quarters for a little while as long as she wasn’t expected to talk to anyone she didn’t know, meal times weren’t all that bad. There was a reason the younger students were at one end of the table and the seventh years at the other. They weren’t necessarily annoying...they just didn’t know much about honoring personal bubble space. Regardless, Cordelia normally took her breakfast freakishly early (like the second the Great Hall doors opened) and her lunch and dinner late. Today was no exception, though seeing as it was a weekend, more students were lingering at the tables longer than she liked. And to boot, they took whatever spots they felt like, so her seclusion at the Hufflepuff table was often compromised. So far there had been a small group of what looked to be third years, who had taken a spot on both sides of the table only a few seats down from her. They weren’t annoying her, but they definitely weren’t the quietest kids in the room. At one point, a spoon was launched out of one of their hand’s and came dangerously close to hitting the book she had her nose in. Apologies blew up from them almost immediately, and Cordelia couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that she must have looked like she was going to be upset at them. Accidents happened sometimes.

But the group seemed to calm down after the incident, and all that remained was the normal drone of the Great Hall all around her. Cordelia hoped it stayed that way as she lightly picked up her sandwich and took another bite, her other hand focused on flipping the page of her book as she did so. The figure that sat across from her caused her eyes to do a double-take; one flick up to realize that there was someone there, and a second to fully comprehend that the figure belonged to Gilderoy. She had managed to elude him thus far, only seeing him class over the last few weeks, and even then, slipping away before any interaction could happen. Assuming that was why he was here right now.

And it was. Gilderoy said so himself - that he had been trying to get ahold of her since the start of term. She gave him a weak shrug as she closed her book, making sure to take her time. There was going to be a lot of listening coming up, so she was better off with the book out of the way, even if she wanted to keep reading and ignore him completely. “B-But if I w-was caught, I’d pr-probably tell m-my secrets...” she countered back against his claim that she would be a good spy. That was silly. She wouldn’t be caught dead near anything that dangerous. Her camera could be broken after all. “It was fine,” she said slowly as the conversation shifted to something more normal. “T-Took photos. No surprise there I g-guess.” Photos that still had to be developed and printed. There were so many...a lot of time had already been spent in the dark room, and there was still a lot left to do. She figured it would probably take the remainder of the semester to complete all of them. “Y-Yourself?”

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Gilderoy just laughed as Cordelia played along for a second about being a spy. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You avoided me for sometime and we share enough of the same classes too.” He replied with a smile, as if anyone would be actually trying to avoid him. This was Gilderoy after all, who didn’t want to be around someone as amazing as himself. Still Cordelia didn’t strike him as someone who enjoyed the spotlight so there was the small chance she didn’t want to be around him because of that. The conversation turned to this summer and how it went. Like she said he wasn’t surprised she would be taking photos during it. “Yeah I’m not surprised, sounds very much like you. Take photos of anything interesting? I mean, I’m sure they're all interesting but any more interesting than normal?”

“My summer was good.” Of course his summer was but as she asked about his summer he couldn’t help but enjoy remembering it for a moment. “I did have my big beach party and I made sure you were invited but I didn’t see you there. Which I can understand, all the new American students there could probably make it awkward for anyone.” Gilderoy explained with a laugh as he partly didn’t expect Cordelia to show to begin with. He didn’t know her well but could already assume a beach party full of people she didn’t know wasn’t something she would go to. “Awkward for anyone besides me of course obviously.”

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[cordelia regan smith]

@lockhart

Credit was given when credit was due in her world; avoiding Gilderoy for the majority of the first month at school was not credit worthy in her opinion. The same could be said about the majority of her photography work. A large chunk of it was playing around, testing and figuring out proper methods to catch something unique. None of those photos could be credited with being ‘amazing’ or ‘wonderful’. The effort she put into the final products was though. Going about her life and ignoring everyone, Gilderoy included, was typical and nothing out of the ordinary like he was making it sound. Cordelia opted not to say anything in response, instead shrugging her shoulders as she took another bite out of her sandwich. Eating and reading was a little more important to her right now. “M-Mostly buildings,” Cordelia uttered out as she finished chewing her food, forcing herself to swallow in order to answer. “So no…no-nothing m-more interesting than u-usual…” It was a little painful admitting that most of her work had been the same as it normally was. There were certainly a few rolls of film out of the dozens that had unique shots on them, but they weren’t stellar by any means. She had a lot of work to go before getting to the point where she would be satisfied.

Of course his summer was good. Cordelia knew how he operated. Even if he had a terrible break, he would still say it was unbelievably fun. In a way, it was admirable that Gilderoy was able to manage to take everything negative and spin it into something positive. She would never tell that to him outright though, because he would absolutely let it go to his head. Gilderoy Lockhart didn’t need a larger ego than what he already had. He brought up the invite to the beach party next, and Cordelia took a deep breath, knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to dodge that one. “Y-Yeah…awkward…” she said, breaking eye contact with him as she did so. “S-Sorry. Parties aren’t m-my thing so yeah.” Was there any other way to put it? The last (and only) party she went to was the one that Lily held, and she had been passed between a group of people dancing the whole time, not really knowing what was going on or what to do. Even with a little direction, she had decided that those sorts of social gatherings weren’t made for her.

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Cordelia confirmed that her photos from the summer had mostly been of building like Gilderoy had assumed. Nothing too surprising as she had already explained that she wasn’t one to take photos of people lately. Something that had been a little disappointing to Gilderoy as he had been hoping she would take some photos of him. He was past that now anyway. No reason to try and talk Cordelia into taking photos of something she didn’t want to. “I’d still like to see any of the interesting ones sometime. I mean a lot of building can look similar besides the special ones but it might be nice to see them through someone else's eyes.” Gilderoy explained with his usual smile, photography was an art he would need to know for his future after all anyway. He didn’t desire to make a childish picture book out his adventures in this world but important photos here and there were needed.

Gilderoy just laughed as silently as he could while Cordelia agreed with how awkward the party would have been for her. “Yeah, that’s what I figured which is why I wasn’t too heartbroken when you didn’t show up.” He explained as it was the truth, chances were high that even if Cordelia had shown up he might have missed her. He tried to greet everyone at the very least but he was been pulled in a few different directions that day. “Still, I’m going to plan something this school year. I’m not too sure what, when or where in the school but I’m going to expect you there.” Gilderoy smirked just slightly both at the idea of him planning another event and the thought of Cordelia actually coming to it. “You can be my guest of honor, only I won’t tell anyone or make a big deal of it. Less awkward that way and more of a chance you’ll actually come this time. Right?”

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[cordelia regan smith]

@lockhart

Even though Gilderoy was annoying most of the time, he did seem to understand that what she was trying to do with her photography was what she wanted to do. Of course that came after his incessant begging for her to take portrait shots of him. Digressing to the subject at hand though, he got it, which a lot of people did not. Cordelia could only assume that it was because he was full of himself that he understood the time and patience it took to piece together a solid photograph. That or this was all a ploy to trick her into taking those portraits still. There were plenty of times where Cordelia felt like she was beginning to be taken advantage of by others, and Gilderoy was one of the ones she was most wary about. He was definitely desperate enough to go to the lengths required to win those photographs from her. Eventually she knew she would have to capitulate and give in to his demands, only to shake him off once and for all. Avoiding him throughout the summer had sounded like a good idea to accomplish that, but she was now realizing that it only made him more eager. “Th-Thanks,” the Hufflepuff responded, deciding that if she was going to be kept here, the only option was to get more food. “L-London has m-more interesting subjects than Hogwarts d-does,” she explained as she popped a couple small, finger sandwiches onto a new plate that had appeared in front of her. “They aren’t respe-respected as much.”

Was he trying to make her feel bad about not going? Because that was what it sounded like to her. She had half the mind to stand up and leave if that was how it was going to go, but the new addition of food in front of her and the fact that Gilderoy kept talking without pause had her trapped where she was. The idea of going to another party was…distasteful to her. It wasn’t like she was against them vehemently; she simply didn’t like the anxiety created by them. If she wasn’t going to have any fun at them, why bring everyone else down with her? That wasn’t fair at all. “I d-d-don’t know…” she responded, looking away from him as she nibbled on one of the sandwiches. Being a guest of honor not only wasn’t her thing, but also too much to worry about whilst at a party, even if she and Gilderoy were the only ones that knew. “I’ll probably take another p-p-pass…sorry.” It was easier that way, and unless she was dragged there by Lily, there was no way she was going to show up. No amount of coaxing could get her to go.

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As Cordelia spoke of her photographs Gilderoy let out a small laugh as she brought up interesting subjects. “More interesting than me? Non-sense.” He both asked then answered his question still a smile ever on his face. “I’m just joking but I think I know what you mean. We see these walls and towers more than we see the outside world sometimes.” Gilderoy explained feeling like knew where she was coming from. Cordelia was probably looking for something new to take photos of anyway and they had both spend six years in this school. There wasn’t much new to find anymore, still Gilderoy always held out hope he would find something no one else had. Something to put his own name on as the explorer to find. “Who cares if they aren’t as respected by some. All artists have critics, just like writers.” Gilderoy attempted to explain his point of view. He knew just a little about the critics his father had to deal with and still heard plenty of what they said about his father even today. “Ignore them and just do what you enjoy.” Even if that meant he would never get the photographs himself, it was better not to force the girl or trick her. Aside from it being wrong to begin with it would probably show in someway with the photographs.

It would have been a lie if Gilderoy said he didn’t expect this response from Cordelia. Even if he made it less obvious at any party she would probably always say she would pass on it. Which was just a no but Cordelia was just to nice to say that flat out. “Well I’ll still invite you anyway whenever it happens. Maybe you’ll change your mind by then.” Gilderoy explained with his normal large smile still firmly in place. Cordelia was free to say no again if she wanted to, again you couldn’t force someone to have fun. For most of their talk Gilderoy had forgotten why he was even here till just then. “Oh right, the reason I was looking for you. I almost forgot after catching up.” He laughed, not so much embarrassed but surprised he had forgot yet again already. “I was actually in a muggle store during the summer with another Hufflepuff. You might know her, anyway we found somethings and I figured you might like it.” Gilderoy explained unsure if Cordelia and Fiona would even know each other much. The two girls did seem to like to keep to themselves so aside from Fiona knowing Cordelia liked a certain animal that might have been about it.

He slide the wrapped rectangular box a cross the table and around the many plates and trays. “I’ll admit at first I was half tempted to trade these for photographs but I ditched that plan pretty quick. I’m better than doing something that creepy, obviously.” Which he felt he was, which was partly why he was being so honest about it right now. He didn’t need this to be taken as some bribery. “How about you just consider coming to my next party. You don’t have to come but at least think about it before you say no, deal?”

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(Inside the box. www.naturallife.com/llive-happy-air-freshener.html & www.naturallife.com/llive-happy-llama-jumbo-happy-clip.html )

[cordelia regan smith]

@lockhart

Even when Gilderoy backtracked and said he was joking about her choice of subjects not being more interesting than him, Cordelia had a hard time convincing herself that he actually thought that way. This was Gilderoy after all. If he went an entire sentence without mentioning himself in some capacity, it would be a cause for concern. Possibly. She had a feeling that if he was ill or injured, there would be a lot more attention drawn to it, even more so than usual. Regardless, the rest of what he had to say was definitely sincere, and she understood what he was getting at. For the most part, she agreed with all of it, except the ignoring the critics bit. That was what artists did when they were afraid of their weaknesses and refused to correct them to become better. There were often times where she could be stubborn and end up like that, but that was mostly due to her inability to communicate her thoughts properly. Everything always came down to that in the end. “B-But criticism is important. We c-can’t b-be ignorant of our own f-flaws as artists.” Self-centeredness in that sense drove her crazy. None of the club members were full of themselves, mostly because they were there to have fun, which is exactly how she viewed her work. As fun.

“Maybe,” Cordelia finalized, knowing that if she didn’t at least say that, he would continue to pester her otherwise. The same had happened with his father’s books. Gilderoy seemed to operate better on her possible plans than impossible ones. Unfortunately, she was sure that it looked like she was being won over by his charm, or something like that. Getting him to latch onto someone else was more preferable. Ironically, he started talking about another Hufflepuff girl that he had been with over the summer, and produced a box that supposedly had a few things in it that she would like. Staring at the box skeptically as he pushed it across the table towards her, Cordelia guided it with the tips of her fingers, as if it was poisonous to the touch. Knowing Gilderoy, it was probably less muggle and more him. Opening it to find a year-long calendar of self-portraits would not have surprised her in the slightest.

He continued to speak, explaining his plans with the ‘gifts’ as she worked her fingers into the box opening in order to peer inside, her eyebrows raising as she processed the two objects there. Both had llamas on them (had she told him about her fascination with the animal? She couldn’t recall), and one looked to be a sort of giant paperclip. Cordelia liked to think that she was well acquainted with all things muggle, obviously finding more solace in people that wouldn’t know her or her problems, but the circular object had her completely baffled, as was the use of the paperclip thing. “I uhhh…th-thank you. Wh-What are they?” she asked as she pulled them out, one in each hand. The circular one definitely looked like a Christmas ornament, but finding a stack of papers large enough to use the clip was going to be difficult. The llama adornments were cute though, so she would give Gilderoy that. He did know what he was doing more often than not.

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Cordelia argued that criticism was also important and he would agree but he had mostly been directed it toward the part about someone who didn’t respect her photos. Gilderoy himself didn’t have many critics in his life at the moment but his father had plenty. Ranging from his fathers actions to his books. Still not all criticism is meant to be good, some was obviously just people being mean for their own fun. “Yes, but you shouldn’t worry about the ones who don’t respect your art. Criticism is important sure but there's criticism that can help you improve and then there is people just not respecting what you do because they don’t get it or care to understand it.”

Cordelia gave him a maybe and he felt like that was probably the best he would get from the blonde. He couldn’t force someone out to have a good time. That just wasn’t how it worked no matter how hard he tried. Even if he’s plans were to attempt to bribe her to do so with the gift he had. As she opened the gift Gilderoy looked for a reaction from her face. If anything it seemed like mild confusion, not that he could blame her. He wasn’t totally sure what Muggles did with things sometimes.

Cordelia thanked him for a moment before asking what they were. He had hoped she would know which would spare him from attempted to explain muggle items. “Well the paper clip was big enough to pictures I think, at least that’s what the display showed some doing. I’m not sure the pictures were small and square.” Fiona was far better with these muggle things where Gilderoy was just barely getting by. “As for the other thing. I thought it was a necklace of some sort but Fiona just laughed when I suggested that, she wouldn’t tell me what it really was.”

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[cordelia regan smith]

@lockhart

She was almost positive that they were on the same page, considering they had basically said the same thing, only worded it differently. Agreeing that criticism was important was the first step, though Cordelia was of the opinion that she needed to listen to the negative just as much as the positive, whereas Gilderoy seemed to think that was a waste of time. No surprise there. He was the egotistical type, though in the nice sort of way. She had never had too many negative critics of her work, but that didn’t mean they weren’t out there somewhere, waiting for her work to appear one their desks or in a museum somewhere. That was obviously a goal she didn’t think she could reach just yet, but those sorts of people would be there nonetheless. They always were. During her breaks in school, she always tried to get out to art museums, and the crowds there were either that of hardcore critics or the average person. She considered herself a student of art still, in both the literal and figurative sense, and being on the level to officially criticize another person’s work was years away at the least. “Irra-Irrational p-people will always b-be around though so…yeah…” That seemed like the proper response to bridge the gap in their beliefs.

The paper clip was for photos? Cordelia spun it around in her hand a few times as Gilderoy explained that the display showed square pictures with it – Polaroids, he must have meant. She stopped when it became clear that it was supposed to stand up on the pinchy part of the clip, and she set it just like that on the table. “It c-could probably hold a regular ph-photograph…” Cordelia said slowly as she tried to envision one on it. Her own prints were typically larger, meant for frames, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t print a small one too. As for the circular object, Gilderoy saying it was a necklace had her laughing. There was no way it could be that! Bringing it closer for observation, she could smell it, which was sort of weird for being a Christmas ornament as well. “I th-think it’s a c-car f-freshener,” Cordelia explained after seconds of looking at it. Would Gilderoy understand that?

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Cordelia explained that irrational people would always be around and Gilderoy nodded his head. That'd probably always be true he felt and while he could add that they didn’t have to listen to them he felt he had already said that a few times so far anyway. “True, not much you can do about that.” He just replied, them both making their points. “I do expect that once you start having art shows for your photography I’ll get an invite.” Gilderoy explained with a smile as he doubted he would probably get one or if she even aspired to have her own art show for her photography. “I can oh and ah with the best of them while trying to figure out what I’m looking at.” Laughing as he finished speaking as he was just trying to keep the mood light.

“Well no, I wouldn’t expect it to hold much. I’m surprised these things even hold clothes honestly.” As unimpressive as a way of holding up clothes as it was it worked for muggles somehow. Gilderoy just couldn’t nor even wanted to imagine a life without magic. It was such an important part of his current life and future plans. If even the idea of becoming a squib was possible in his mind it might actually be a fear he'd have.

Cordelia began to laugh as she looked at the circular object. It didn’t bold well for his idea that it was a muggle necklace of sorts. Cordelia explained how she thought it was actually a car freshener. “Car freshener?” Gilderoy questioned, he knew what a car was. The loud metal things muggles used to get around. Even some Wizards and witches used them at times but he never had. “Why would a car need a necklace or a freshener if that’s what they were called?” Gilderoy asked as he was still a little confused but it explained why Fiona had been laughing so much before. “If anything you can save it for if you ever get a car.” He joked only mildly embarrassed, Gilderoy knew he was a little more clueless about the muggle world than he should be. Yet that just wasn’t his world anyway.

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[cordelia regan smith]

@lockhart

She smiled meekly at the prospect of having her own art shows for her pictures. That sort of thing would probably never happen, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t dream of it. Or Gilderoy, for that matter. It was funny how he knew so much but also didn’t at the same time. Her work would never be so subjective that onlookers would make auditory gasps while trying to figure out what she was trying to convey (because buildings were buildings no matter how they could be viewed). If she wanted to be an expressionist, she would have asked for an easel and paints for Christmas, not a camera. “How about a b-b-book? I’d ra-rather have them in that…” Or a magazine. Anything print. She liked the way photographs looked on paper, and not so much when they were blown up on giant screens or canvases for the entire world to see. Most of her work was spent taking large, lifelike objects and putting them onto small formats to enjoy. Making them big again seemed counterintuitive at that point.

Gilderoy’s reasoning was fine, except for the fact that this clothespin wasn’t even close to being the same as one used for laundry. But the wonder of how one could hold went clothes still stood. Probably had to do with a lot of muggle sciences and gravity, none of which she was interested in nor needed to learn in order to graduate from Hogwarts. The same could be said about getting a car, which the Ravenclaw boy seemed to think she could save the car freshener for. Assuming it stayed fresh in the packaging for that long, the odds of her getting a car were…slim. Her dad probably wouldn’t let her, his reasoning for that decision based solely on the fact that they had an entire closet dedicated to his old Quidditch brooms and that apparating was faster. Cordelia couldn’t deny the latter one. He wasn’t wrong about that. “Dr-Driving m-m-makes me n-nervous…” she admitted, almost forgetting that the last time she had been in a vehicle, it had been a taxi with a very aggressive driver behind the wheel. Barreling down the streets of London, weaving in and out of traffic was not how she wanted to die.

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Cordelia explained about having her photos in a book as she’d rather them be in a book than an art show. Which made since, Cordelia especially didn’t seem like one for the spot light. Even if she deserved it with he photos she would probably still just shy away. “That is a wonderful idea. It could be right next to my future books in a book shop so that would pretty funny to see.” Gilderoy laughed for a moment as the idea of them both having books out one day was entertaining. “Granted they would be in different sections of any organized book store so I’d have to move them myself.” Was added with another small laugh as the two books wouldn’t really be anywhere near the same genre. “Well if you ever get tired of taking picture of buildings and beautiful scenery I could always use a photograph on my adventures one day.”

Gilderoy couldn’t blame her as Cordelia explained that driving made her nervous. It would seem most things made the poor girl nervous but he kept that point to himself, no reason to be rude and bring that up. “You have every reason to be nervous about that, it seems pretty crazy to me. I guess muggles had to figure out some way to get around though so good for them I suppose.” Gilderoy gave muggles credit when he could. They figured out one problem after another without magic somehow, something he himself couldn’t imagine. “Well I guess just hang it somewhere so it smells nice.” Was the only other alternative he could really offer in this moment.

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[cordelia regan smith]

@lockhart

His future books? She had never really put two and two together that Gilderoy would want to follow in his father’s footsteps as an author, considering his ability to…turn people away more often than not. The Ravenclaw wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. She didn’t really understand the reasoning behind her photographs in a book next to his unless there was some sort of correlation between the two, like a theme or the fact that they graduated together. Anything else that came to mind sounded like one of Gilderoy’s attempts to sequester her into shooting pictures for him.

And she had the thought a moment too soon, because that was exactly what he started to imply. “Adventures?” she asked, now realizing that he probably fully intended to continue his father’s legacy. The things that Lockhart Sr. did in his stories were wild and most definitely fantastical (in the not-real kind definition), and cutting and pasting Gilderoy in his stead felt off. Talking his way out of dangerous encounters with wild beasts and horrendous hags wasn’t always going to work, and she certainly didn’t want to be in the background snapping pictures of it the whole time. That was much more than she could handle.

“R-Right…they need something.” And they invented the cameras she adored, the books she read, and the movies she watched. While witches and wizards spent their time trying to research and make their lives easier with magic, muggles were actually advancing mankind. There were times where she thought they didn’t get enough credit for the things they did. “I’m sure I c-can find somewhere to p-put it,” she affirmed. He wasn’t wrong, it did smell nice. There was probably a charm she could put on it to keep the smell permanent, like an everlasting one. “Th-Thanks again…” she added, cracking a smile before looking back down at the gifts. Her new roommates were going to think she was weird for having so many belongings with llamas.

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Cordellia asked about the adventures after Gilderoy spoke about how he could always use a photographer on them when he finally set out. “Yeah, I plan to have books just like my father. Preferably with more photographs. Not like the books really needed it to begin with but actually photos from an adventure would always be better than none at all.” Gilderoy explained as it was the one thing most of his fathers books were missing. There had been drawings from time to time as a representation but nothing more that that. He possibly had told this to her before but it was still in interesting enough dream to share more than once.“Some proof for the people who still think they never happened too.”

“And hey, that’s how we ended up with the knight bus I suppose as buses were muggle things first. I’ve only been on it once or twice but it’ll get you around pretty quick.” Gilderoy added as the ride had been a memorable one as best as Gilderoy could describe it. Cordelia explained that she could probably find a place for the air freshener. He still felt a little silly about being wrong and it not being a necklace. She thanked him and Gilderoy smiled. “Just think of it as an early or late birthday gift. Whenever that is,” he had never taken the time to figure out when Cordelia’s birthday was but they also hadn’t talked much before a little last year and now. “Anyway what else are friends for?” Gilderoy added before standing up. “I’ll let you get back to lunch, enjoy your air freshener.” He joked almost teasingly but mostly that last part was directed toward himself and how wrong he was about the muggle item. With that Gilderoy left, determined to find Fiona at some point soon and let her know he had figured out it wasn’t a necklace after all.

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