Gilderoy Lockhart and Alexandria had been sitting together on the ground; both sprawled out next to each other after Alexandria grew tired of standing and waiting for
Lockhart to decide where the two were going to hang out and what they were going to do. Lockhart, however wasn't entirely thinking of what he'd like to do and where
he'd like to hang out; he was deep in thought about what he would tell the others he and Alexandria had done; many wild stories came to his mind; however he knew he
couldn't make it too much of a tale, as he wasn't single; not that he minded too much. His mind began to wonder and he'd started thinking of a tale of how he saved
Alexandria from something wild that happened- perhaps teaching her a new spell and it went horribly wrong, so he miraculously saved her from complete chaos; his
thoughts were interrupted when she'd turned to him, finally breaking the silence and suggested something that made his heart skip a beat.
"I suppose I could start teaching you French?" She smiled at him.
Lockhart smiled brightly; he was excited to finally be able to beat James and Sirius at impressing women- so he thought of course. "That'd be amazing if you could!" he
said almost unable to contain his excitement for his previous thought about James and Sirius; impressing women better than they could- this sounded pretty damn good
as far as Lockhart was concerned and what'd Flo think? She'd snog him every moment she got with him- even though the two were snogging at every moment they got
but it would certainly help their relationship and perhaps would be more snogging moments then there already was before.
Alexandria smiled; she had never taught French before, she looked at Lockhart; the two still sprawled out on the floor next to each other, she moved herself in front of
him so the two were looking face-to-face; Lockhart still against the wall; Alexandria sitting in the open in front of Lockhart; Lockhart was pleased with how this would have
looked to passersby and the best thing- nothing was really happening between the two of them which, in his opinion would really help his reputation. Alexandria looked to
the ground and fiddled with her shoelace, Lockhart was sprawled out coolly. She looked up at him and smiled again, "what do you want to know?" she asked.
Lockhart hesitated before responding to this question- the truth was he knew nothing about French and was now being asked what he wanted to know? There was only
one way he could answer, he looked at her and smiled a fake shy smile, "err... well... I don't know." He shrugged. "Whatever you know I guess?" He grinned.
Alexandria looked at him, "well I grew up in France, speaking French all my life. Maybe you want to know how to woo the girls... after all French is the language of love."
She looked at him and grinned cheekily, mumbling "not that he needs it." Under her breath- Lockhart of course was too wrapped up in the whole idea about French being
the language of love- this was like a dream come true for him; all he could think about now was him impressing the girls with his amazing French tongue.
Lockhart beamed; "I know that much." he winked. "It would be awesome to be able to speak French, become popular with the women in case anything ever came
between me and Flo." A small grin formed across his face; almost a smirk as he told himself he didn't really need to be taught French at all; he already had enough charm
as it was; he quickly came to the conclusion it would be needed though to apparently boost his reputation. His grin quickly dropped as he noticed Alexandria's face harden
at the sound of Lockhart telling her that he and Flo were together.
"You and Flo?" she asked clearly confused; at the same time almost angry. "As in Florence Amendola?" she paused as Lockhart nodded slowly. "She's dating my brother,
Daniel." Alexandria finally finished clearly shocked and confused more than anything else.
It was now Lockhart's turn to be slightly confused- it that's even what you would call it; he almost sounded proud of himself to have Florence. "No... She told me they
broke up a while ago as far I heard." He told her.
Lockhart shrugged, "I'm with her now anyway." He said boasted.
Feeling a little defeated, upon realizing how well out of the loop she was, Alexandria looked down at the ground then back to Lockhart quickly, "Oh I see..." she said
quickly, trying to change the subject back to teaching Lockhart French; she felt rather awkward now. "Well then... where were we?" she added, her eyes darted from
Lockhart to the wall to the floor as she pretended to have lost track of their previous conversation, "oh yes, the language of love..." she begun.
"I believe we were... yes" Lockhart added in, with a grin.
Alexandria smiled and continued, "Let's start with introducing yourself like this." In her sharp French accent, she said, "Bonjour il. Mon nom est, Alexandrie Redchild."
Lockhart smiled apparently impressed, deep down he was thinking to himself how easy it sounded in his mind. He concentrated hard and said in a fake accent which didn't
sound anything French at all, more or less his original accent only his voice higher, "Bonjour il. Omnomnom Ext Alexandry Redchild." He grinned proudly knowing he hadn't
picked it up, however felt he would get it by the time the lesson was over.
Alexandria looked as though she were about to laugh, "Not omnomnom." She said, her eyes laughing but her voice serious yet calm and patient, "Mon nom." She said
slowly. "And you're supposed to say your name instead of mine." Lockhart noticed her attempts of hiding a grin but didn't say anything; he was proud of himself even
though he was way off with his pronunciation.
"Ohh... okay." Lockhart grinned, "Nom mon Gilderie Loftfart," he had no clue he had just said his own name entirely wrong.
Alexandria sniggered deep down at the name 'Loftfart,' however had no intention of showing it. She smiled successfully concealing her snigger, "very good." She said,
proudly; as it seemed to Lockhart at least. "This is how you ask her name." She added, "Quel est votre nom?"
"Right." Said Lockhart with a confidence he was nowhere near feeling at all, "Questelestvotrenom?" he felt as though he had perfected this.
"No... Quel-est-vot-re-nom." Alexandria said slowly to simplify it for him.
'I said that!' Gilderoy thought to himself, though he didn't say it; he knew it would have given her a bad impression of him if he had, he swallowed gently and said, "oh
sorry... No Quel... Est... Vot-tree Nom." He took what seemed to be at least a minute's pause each sound, however still he felt he had succeeded. Nothing he did was
wrong of course- it was always perfect in his opinion.
Alexandria smiled at him, "yes that's good." She said though she also felt there was room for improvement and could help him whenever she could. "Now we need
compliments like, "your eyes are sparkle like the stars above."
Upon hearing this, Lockhart smirked to himself, 'she's gazing into my eyes.' He hadn't even heard her say, "Vos yeux brillent comme les étoiles au-dessus."
At the last sound of her words, Lockhart snapped himself back to reality; he had only heard part of what she'd said, however without paying attention, he said, "Voss
yolks brilliant commeh lez at toilets au-dee-sus." He smiled proudly again.
Alexandria couldn't help but have a giggle at this; she looked down and sighed through what seemed halfway between a grin and a straight face, "No." She said and
slowly sounded it out, "Vos... yewks... brill-ent... com-me... les... eh-toy-les... au-des-sus."
Lockhart nodded, pretending to understand how to say it now; he drew a deep breath and said, "Voooooosssssssss... Youks... brillant... commmmmeeeeehhhhh... lez
`es... toiles au-dacious" he grinned hoping to have at least irritated her even just a little bit.
Alexandria smiled, however Lockhart still got the impression she was getting slightly restless. "Almost... once more." With that, she slowly said again, "Vos... yewks...
brill-ent... com-me... les... eh-toy-les... au-des-sus."
She smiled motioning for Lockhart to give it another attempt; this time Lockhart was actually listening. "Okay, so... Vos... Yeux... brilliant... commeh... les... e`toiles...
au-dessus?" he said dumbly.
Alexandria smiled brightly and actually felt pleased with him for the first time during their lesson. "Well done! You're getting it!" she said, happily, she felt proud of herself
for being able to teach Lockhart as much as she felt proud of Lockhart for finally being able to pronounce something properly even if he was slow at it. She gazed at him,
then back to the ground, her head rested in the palm of her hand, apparently thinking. "I can't think of anything more to teach you." She said after a moment. "What else
would you like to know?" she asked hoping for ideas so they actually had something to talk about.
Lockhart beamed, he stretched his legs out and crossed his arms behind his head, stretches slightly with a bit of a grunt before pulling his knees up, slouched forwards
both elbows rested on his knees, he looked at her and smiled, his bright blue eyes sparkling with happiness and pride. "I knew I'd get it!" he grinned, then thought for a
moment, "Err... what else is there?"
Alexandria thought so a moment, her legs crossed and her head still in one palm, the other hand rested on her knee; she tapped her fingers in thought, "well there's
colours, numbers, places, insults..." she cocked an eyebrow knowingly.
"I like insults." Lockhart smirked, thinking of what he could say to other students in French and get away with it.
Alexandria smiled, "alright... how about..." she thought for a moment, both hands now rested on her crossed knees, she made a face as she thought, then said,
"Vousêtes un cochon?"
Lockhart smirked, "vows eates un-cochon?" he said.
Alexandria smiled, "well done... that means you are a pig." She grinned.
"Why thank you!" Lockhart pouted, "I'm no pig!" he chuckled knowing she hadn't just called him a pig; why would she call him something he isn't?
Alexandria laughed, "I wasn't calling you a pig."
"I know you know I am not a pig." He grinned, 'no one has ever thought of me as a pig- I'm too amazing for that.' He thought, but knew better than to say it no matter
how full of truth it was. He smirked, "at least I know how to speak French now."
"Yes you do" she grinned. "Now go woo Flo with it... maybe I should have taught you Italian; that would impress her as she's Italian." She grinned.
Lockhart beamed, "that would be awesome if you could do that." He beamed, stood up and the two parted as they set off for their next class.